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Poetry
Dec 3, 2007 21:04:52 GMT -5
Post by Autumnstorm on Dec 3, 2007 21:04:52 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
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Poetry
Jan 2, 2008 17:09:15 GMT -5
Post by silverfog on Jan 2, 2008 17:09:15 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
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Poetry
Jan 6, 2008 12:36:03 GMT -5
Post by Autumnstorm on Jan 6, 2008 12:36:03 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
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Poetry
Jan 13, 2008 9:13:48 GMT -5
Post by silverfog on Jan 13, 2008 9:13:48 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
As he mews those difficult words; "I love you."
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Poetry
Jan 13, 2008 17:53:17 GMT -5
Post by Autumnstorm on Jan 13, 2008 17:53:17 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
As he mews those difficult words; "I love you."
Amber eyes grow soft as his words touch her ears
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Poetry
Jan 21, 2008 0:09:48 GMT -5
Post by Lightningstar on Jan 21, 2008 0:09:48 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
As he mews those difficult words; "I love you."
Amber eyes grow soft as his words touch her ears
And he knows he has done something right.
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Poetry
Jan 24, 2008 16:57:24 GMT -5
Post by Autumnstorm on Jan 24, 2008 16:57:24 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
As he mews those difficult words; "I love you."
Amber eyes grow soft as his words touch her ears
And he knows he has done something right.
At last, he can be true to himself; to who he's always been.
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Poetry
Apr 16, 2008 22:57:42 GMT -5
Post by Lightningstar on Apr 16, 2008 22:57:42 GMT -5
Quiet, peaceful camp
A single snowflake falls
So white, so small
Dancing upon a breeze
Descending down to earth
Lands upon a tabby's nose
A brown tabby, looking up
To see the first of winter's wrath
And to think about his life
And all that has past
As his despised winter falls
And wraps the world in white
Another season has passed
Has his redemption come?
Can he be freed from the weight of his wrongs, at last?
He is still fighting his own battle
Torn between ambition and loyalty
Torn between his heart and his head
Many moons later, he has made his choice
Following that same path he's treaded many times
Slowly striding to the destination he can deny no longer
He steps into that same place where, years ago, he could not decide
His paws can not turn back
As he mews those difficult words; "I love you."
Amber eyes grow soft as his words touch her ears
And he knows he has done something right.
At last, he can be true to himself; to who he's always been.
At last, he is free.
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