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Through the Pines
At night the wind blows
through the pines
insane from the pain
he hears it call out
to him
He traverse’s where no one knows
travels his mind
trying in vain
to loose doubt
and grim
Hopes someday he begins to let go
surmise’s in time
he’ll live again
with or without
his vim
The rain has changed to soft white snow
seems his ryhme
changed like rain
made him shout
memory swim
For the pines still remind
this long lost soul
no escape the pain
no where to go
life grows dim
when love
rains on
your fire
Copyright © -2001 Dennis Hicks
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Dennis, I liked this one very much.
What is it about the wind, the trees, love not gone right? I have some similar to this.
With each tiny breeze,
the pines whisper your name.
The more I read, the more I enjoy. Pretty soon I see, I wll have to put you on my list of avorites!
Keep up the good work.
kat >^..^<