Jan 25, 2008 Sings the Wind Chilled air swirls and mist clings to a grey world. She huddles closer in the alcove, the deer hide wrapped securely around her, and a small trail of tears slip from her tired eyes. Exhausted hunger and the chill creep into her mind and play tricks with reality. She imagines a world of warm yellow and the sweet embrace of one she loved. Find me, she begs. Alone now, Sings the Wind remembers so much before. She wonders where her strong warrior has gone. Isolation tortures her, more chilling than the cold mist swirling outside. Haunting sweet memories and smells from before confuse, making sleep more desirable but impossible. Will song ever conquer my lips, she muses. Shall love once again set ablaze my soul? ------------·Comments (0)·Edit ·.Remove---------- Jan 25, 2008 Constancy.........Goethe Thanks to *~littlekou... ~* for the following: CONSTANCY IN CHANGE. Goethe COULD this early bliss but rest Constant for one single hour! But ...
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