Free of spirit, body and soul
To her heart there was no key,
Captured by nothing, nothing at all
I wonder even by me.
In her veins ran the ultimate symbol
Of triumph over time,
Her beauty was a picture
Of the perfect design.
Her eyes held the ghost of ancestors
That roamed before,
Strength, courage and grace
She was to the core.
High upon a mountain
She now stands so regally,
A wisp of wind, she fades away
But not from my memory.
Last edited by LarkatheWhiteWolf (2009-08-18 01:18:05)
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Very nice poem Larka ^_^
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Shay Tankersley wrote this poem and it is an awesome read as well as 'Yellow eyes' by Joan L. Van Vels
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Thats a very nice poem.
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