meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world
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threading myself through the dark river of night
golden eyes glowing freedom threading myself the tunnel of air soothes the dark wind's caress the occasional grass's parting whisper to a needle's point of silence threading myself through the dark river of night blood churns through my veins alive threading myself the damp of wetness seeps the silence fills and creeps the void that is never emptied the thrill that is ever present threading myself through the dark river of night muscles tighten, tense and relax evening's swiftness moves on like glass so I thread myself until the yawing screech of day then put myself away one-pawed keeping out the light.. til once again I am threading myself through darkness another journey through the river of night. LEGAL Copyright June 22, 2014 1;11PM PST AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE Meloo STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD/ AND ALSO FOR THIS Author Melissa A .Howells All Rights/Ideas are the Property and are Reserved/Copyrighted by This Author Copyright site: Tilt-a-World "yaw" referring to a wide open mouth... and "yawing" being an invented word by myself/Melissa A Howells Vote for this poem
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