She swoops along a patterned lane, free like the wind.
The clouds hang like puffs of smoke in the roof of her home that has no top.
The sun melts the stars as nature awakens.
Droplets of rivers fall off feathers that are like moments -
here and now, frozen in time but lost forever in tranquility.
Feet melt in mists of sand, to a pounding heart.
An arching tail like a giant coil pounds the sea, like beer froth swirling.
They cannot tame a cruel heart, where beauty wears many masks.
Love and hate collide in a land where mercy does not exist.
A ledge of reflections in a canvas of nature.
Clouds collide and dance as sweeping shadows cross the mottled land.
The prey becomes the hunter and the hunted.
The floating silhouettes on the rugged windswept sunset pierce the soul of a heart that's so wild and free.
Submitted by Nicholas Fletcher,
Norton
Updated: 10:38 Wednesday, September 18, 2002
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