Friday, November 5, 2010

Inner Child {part Three} Comments

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In the soft light of the moon, I wander aimlessly in the park.
The coo of a mourning dove, the trill of the whippoorwill, the baying of a hound, the howl of the coyote.
All these sounds cascading down my ears, no fear do I feel.
I hear my own footsteps, lightly crushing the fallen leaves.
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Tolly Rebeka Christian BlackWolf Hawk
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