Where Eagles Winter
By sidewinder
Touch those mountains forever in the wind, I see thy completion and wonder... How can it be? Against the sky so proud and free, Inward does my soul touch, Imploring to thy horizon, Keep me whole, Breathless in the winter wind, Revived in a heartbeat, But tranquil as the season's run, Let's inspire those who can not see what we have seen and maybe they'll understand. June 12, 2000 Written January 18th, 2002 © on Jan 18 2002 05:02 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn contemporary
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"Touch those mountains..."