tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602808.post114234200966941114..comments2023-10-17T05:13:05.484-07:00Comments on Where the Trail Leaves the Cherry Thickets: Cahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18264302981805051918noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602808.post-1142361465493919182006-03-14T10:37:00.000-08:002006-03-14T10:37:00.000-08:00I don't know how I came up with that word! Funny, ...I don't know how I came up with that word! Funny, but yes, it does fit this poem. :o Brat! Thanks all.Cahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264302981805051918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602808.post-1142359812601535132006-03-14T10:10:00.000-08:002006-03-14T10:10:00.000-08:00oOoOooOOo this poem is so froth-y*grin*oOoOooOOo this poem is so froth-y<BR/>*grin*ryanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11335048746537506804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602808.post-1142348615460372102006-03-14T07:03:00.000-08:002006-03-14T07:03:00.000-08:00Winds howl within, to a lute’s refrain,gathering a...Winds howl within, to a lute’s refrain,<BR/>gathering as old pains pool solemnly,<BR/>fears and tears of days not quite past,<BR/>memories of love’s lore and the risks,<BR/>yet there within, there in deep hollows,<BR/>lies the spark of renewal, the breath<BR/>of life’s essence awaiting sole call,<BR/>that voice of fate, that voice unknown<BR/>yet recognized without doubt, without<BR/>hesitation, Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com