Hunting Poem by Eleonora Woods
Hunting
Silence is trailing through the dark where
I wake empty looking back.
my love is gone, hunting the sacred grounds.
The bone he left is brittle failing sadly
no other thing except the memory of ailing health
The days are barren for my love is gone.
Hunting the sacred grounds
Saturday, November 23, 2013
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In memory of my sweet Shadow
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4/23/2024 12:19:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Its really really good