Sunday, September 17, 2006

45. night Sketches Comments

Rating: 5.0

There was not a single star in the sky
which was attentive, or even at its place
The white wolf was weary, it slacked its legs
The black wolf howled through the space—
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Eugene Issaus
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Steve Hagget 17 September 2006

a nice poem that generates a good image to take us away - i enjoyed it, Steve

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