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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
You hear them first. A far-off unfamiliar clamour, Which grows and grows Until they are above you. Great straggling arrows, The skeins fill the pale Autumn sky, Calling to each other As they compass south; Following an ancient ley line, Felt, rather than remembered. And when I think of you, My love, my soul flies too, up to the old, unknowing road That will lead it home. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
wonderful word play...although kinda sad...yet, knowing, tomorrow is in the air... wonderfully done |
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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
Thanks Lee. I'm afraid a lot of my stuff teeters on the brink of manic depression.I'm a sad guy. But when I was happy (you know, that state you're in before you start noticing women), I never wrote a thing. So I guess I owe them that. Michael. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, this is exquisite! Do you know what kind of geese they were? Or were they in your imagination and generic? Whatever, I lllllllllllllllove this! - Owl |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
so very soft and lovely... Beautiful writing.  |
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cinnabar Junior Member
since 2006-03-10
Posts 33Lot et Garonne, France. |
No owl, they are real. Canada geese I think. Twice a year they pass over my house, in autumn going south, and again, in spring, north. There are so many it takes nearly 40 minutes for them to pass. Always leaves me speechless. Michael. |
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