Complete In its Evolution
By sidewinder
Voices touching in the wind braced gracefully in the horizon wherein the angels call and in their silence songs fill the air, Can we bear that intonation? Resolved only in the distance wherein a question is asked... Why? A dark echo is sheltered by sorrow forever leaving an emptiness, And in the undertow a single voice grave in its symmetry, Sheltered by pain, That wild passion complete in its evolution. March 10, 2001 Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 08:17 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 18 • angst
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"Voices touching in the wind..."