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the pitch of the river
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the pitch of the river |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Her auburn, hair over the pitch of the river shy cast over the current eyes sparing the winds job scanning the open plains as she drew closer to natures hand Where the crops grew like snows youth rows amongst rows of wheat grass to the north, as the cows felt the left side of the moon onto their worn faces husky bodies spread across patches of green small splatters of mud spread across their midsection cowboys once touched this land silent warriors of the suns scorching path as wolves danced to the shamans right hand with the breeze of the trees branches arms, grace touched eyes watched Just over the pitch of the river where silence waited for the auburn fade. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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