No actualy way to describe this one... also one of the older ones.


She hears cries of lost soals at night
As she cries along 'till morning.
She sees spirits wonder in a sea of stars
Hoping she was flying with them, storming.
She feels the cold touch of light in the forest,
As she walks through in a hope she'll get lost.
She shivers from the cold breath down her back,
As she stands on the bridge, about to drop the object of unpayable cost

Poetry by Nora
Read 826 times
Written on 2006-07-25 at 06:22

Tags Cost  Forest  Spirit 

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