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Birchwood Lodge (after Mark Strand)
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Birchwood Lodge (after Mark Strand) |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. On a cliff Off Whitefish Bay Facing East Toward Sault Sainte Marie The wooden cabins Seem especially still In the last dusk light There are so few Cars on the road This time of year That often all one will hear For hours on end is the wind Rustling the autumn leaves On some nights There is only the sound of waves Lapping the shore Beneath the glittering stars A silver moon So very three dimensional Slowly gliding above the sea And some times Though very rarely Now and only then if one Despite himself still believes There is a gentle echo In the evening air Of something almost Like a forgotten memory Softly fluttering its wings . |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
wow, how soft it could go?! beautiful wind from the delicate wings. enjoyed the read tomtoo |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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