Night Falls To A Prelude
By sidewinder
Night falls to a prelude of a checkered menagerie pledged to a separation of wisdom, Gentle to a fault, Where is the proposal authentic in the connection of a time lost? Like a fledgling hawk spreading his wings for the first time, And In the moment of freedom the desire creates an image that results in an urge never to be satisfied. Oct. 2, 1996 Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 06:32 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn other
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"Night falls to a prelude..."