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Mist Spirit. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Oh wildest of spirits, ghostly white dream. Hunting under the pale moon, on swiftly silent silken wings. Twisting, turning;bobbing, diving. Dark eyes see every twitch, every scurry, in every weather. Pouncing,prey taken by centuries of evolution. On white whispering wings, you fly through dreams, into the pinpricked curtain of midnight. Roosting, resting,sleeping, dreaming of perfect flight in motion, as the rising mists of morn ascend into pale aureate sunshafts. Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, ring out the old, ring in the new,ring out the false, ring in the true..A Lord Tennyson |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
dreaming of perfect flight in motion, as the rising mists of morn ascend into pale aureate sunshafts wonderful imagery and feelings, very beautifully expressed, dear Phil! love Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Hunting under the pale moon, on swiftly silent silken wings" Just as I'd expect from a 'mist spirit' under a pale moon.  |
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Kamelian Junior Member
since 2008-01-14
Posts 21Australia |
love the "pouncing, prey taken by centuries of evolution" bit! Very evocative & owlish  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Primal ~ yet ethereal. ~ and ever so powerfully scribed, dear Rose of Gold. Captivating!  Linda |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
outstanding Phil! love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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