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[title] => To Many Years
[time] => 2005-08-14 17:40:25
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[bodytext] => Moments in time they thought of each other. After all the winds had calmed. all things come back to the beginning, two spirits had no bounds. She held the feather of his color, and cried to the morning Sun. He held the smallest trinket close to his chest begging the Moon each night. It was true, the story told, two souls were meant to be, as time moved on never forgetting. She would rise, He would fall. I heard the story on a jagged cliff overlooking the desert floor, from an old Indian man To Many Years" a gentle soul I found. He spoke of things to protect us, this wind I speak of now, talked of worldly things how they blind us, how humans are easily fooled. I sat upon this mountain top, To Many Years" faced the morning Sun it reflected off the tear he shed and the smallest trinket He held........Crow [comments] => 3 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 16 [informant] => crow [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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