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Wishing Upon a Western Star
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Wishing Upon a Western Star |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989
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I keep my eye on a western star, for there is where I long to be. My mind drifts across a land where the deer roam wild and free. In a twilight sky I'll see hues of light, orange, yellow, and red. I'll travel alone down a winding road, the earth will become my bed. The only light I shall ever need, will come from the sun, the stars, and moon. I'll hear sweet rhapsodies, as the wind plays it's melodical tune. A love for the land will not be disguised, for it can not be hidden within this loners eyes. I'll take a walk through the gentle rain, and know somehow it will help heal the scars that have caused so much pain. Wherever my travels lead me, no matter how near or far- I will always be wishing upon a western star! On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free. Donna Smith |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Gentle Spirit lovely write, whether we wish on a Western Star or a Star of the East, let's hope all our dreams come true. Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Can't think of a more wonderful place to be than in the open heading west in the hour of the star. Beautiful write with some lovely and serene imagery. If you find yourself stranded in a storm ...then reach for my hand and we will play in the puddles together |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Hear, Hear Kethry! I agree totally, may all of our wishes come true!!  On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free. Donna Smith |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
That's where I hope to go someday too Mark. Thanks for your kindness. *s* On the wings of words our spirits fly, and our souls are free. Donna Smith |
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