Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Wailing winds whistle through the maple forests,
Echoes fade -- of voices, chuckles in reckless abandon,
Head spun in a whirlwind of memories,
He reached out in the air,
Drew a face with his fingers,
Touched the contours of emptiness,
And the echoes vanished into the dark maple forests
The magic had waned

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