the ghost walker the snow leopard still walks
silent shadows in remore lonely wild serene places
in high mountains in the roof top of the world
the ghost walker the snow leopard silent walks;
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This sonnet has captured entirely my attention: unique, intriguing, with fairy-tale like imagery...I have been taken into an adventure through the wilderness of winter regions; I can almost feel the snow, the fresh air, the creatures in the forest (yet, I am still here, by the fire, sipping my ruby wine :) ): only to be shivered by the intolerable truth: '' countless species going going gone ''. A great sonnet!
there should be several other images of this theme, beautiful images, but due to time restraints and a recent issue I am reducing my time on PH and postings, so this is also a goodbye poem; weekends should have a little time available for writing.
This is lovely, yet has some haunting features within this piece, yet another species in danger of extinction. who waalks along in silent memories. lovely read ;)