Poetry

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Echoes Howl

Upon the wind spirits dance,
their howl a calling from afar,
transforming clouds do prance,
never knowing who they are.

Universal mysteries so bold,
hold the secrets to our youth,
sadly the stars are never told,
in the dark without the truth.

Mere illusions of our mind,
traveling a forgotten maze,
in corridors of endless time,
bewildering emotional daze.

So little we really do know,
in the realm of earthly woes,
answers, the wind will blow,
never knowing who’s a foe.

Captivated by our desires,
restless spirits in the wind,
trapped by emotional fires,
howling of where we’ve been.

Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2007, All Audiences

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