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| Winter Moods |
| Loneliness comes seepin' through my soul. Embracing it ; I feel it fully journeying through my life trodding distant spheres. I return to gentle pastures of my prairire heartsongs Gentling the pace and flow off into the mists I go where I have travelled before. Only to find myself once again stairing at my self in the mirror looking ; just looking. At all the sincere love there in view of afterglow. Waiting waiting for someone to hold A'rising to the oceans tide i take a solitary stroll down to the waters edge. Not wanting to linger in the sand i ask once more. "Lady," take my hand and carry me far away. For it is lonely here sometimes where Southwestpoet goes |
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