Howling at DuskA Poem by LlysofarThe strange presence of nature, carrying on regardless...
Previous Version This is a previous version of Howling at Dusk. The good-bad trees
loom over me Like giants with no green. No leaf of light, no sun in sight, no love to make us seen. But dense inside the forest, dusky birds and insects live - the rabbit's on, the squirrel's by a glade we've never seen. In dim moonlight, the owl's whys vibrate to earthly tunes - and if they're gone, we''ll still be here, but we can't light the moon. © 2008 LlysofarAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on February 8, 2008 Last Updated on February 9, 2008 AuthorLlysofarAboutAloha, Mahalo - If anyone can remember any of the poetry that was lost, congratulations and thank you {{}}. There is just one I can't find on Google, which I think was called `Fracture'. I'm sorry to .. more..Writing
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