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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
SPIRIT She walks the paths within the woods, Her feet bare touch the ground, In flowing gown, and ghostly glow, She never makes a sound. She seeks to find her lover, Her eyes are weepy red, Her hair, unkempt and matted Is piled high upon her head. Her lover died a soldier’s death Upon a field of green, Buried in an unmarked grave No end by her was seen. In sorrow her own life she took, She didn’t want to stay, Just one more human casualty Of the Blue and Gray. So long she’s trod within these woods, Forlorn, beyond compare Just searching for her lover, Who is neither here nor there. How sad to see this lonely soul, You do but feel her plight, ‘Oh restless spirit find thy peace, And move towards the light‘. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I am absolutely loving your poetry, its style, and the stories. I look forward to more of your work. Happy New Year Spirit. May a handshake, smile, kiss or a hug be the best present you give or receive this year. |
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Krawdad Member Elite
since 2001-01-03
Posts 2597 |
Spirit, Do you hear an echo? Mysteria said exactly what I was thinking. Nice to find you here. Happy New Year to you ! "Grab a pen, grab some paper, do yourself a little favor." e |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you for your kind remarks. Happy New year to both of you as well. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome write! |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you! My perspective of me is different, |
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