The Waya

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    The Waya

     Loud deep-sounding calls raised in pale moonlight
    Soft-pawed,they slink over frozen rivers
    Velvet furred,on silent feet weaving between frozen pines
    Sleeping aginst the cold wood,a large buck
    Loud deep-sounding calls it plae moonlight
    Over frozen river,through quiet forest
    A chorus of voices raised in victory

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    kpeery09 commented on The Waya

    02-10-2010

    Very Nice, I like it, keep up the good work. I like the last line that you put in there. I give you 10
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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