Winds Touch Upon Echoes
By sidewinder
Winds touch on echoes risen on the wings of eagles herald in the flight of freedom piercing that high pitch cry screaming, I'm free! I'm free! Connecting at the touch of nature, Cherished a heartbeat at a time, The richness of sky endless in that affirmation, Touching that passion circle to circle where a voice celebrates breath after breath, That current and a dreamweaver captures only freedom under beneath the sky . I'm free! Dec. 21, 2001 Written December 24th, 2001 © on Jun 01 2002 03:15 PM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn spiritual • nature
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