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by shadowknight Sep 11, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
They called to me, through whispers in the wind, they spoke to me, in a secret language. Their eyes haunted me, In the dream i lay awake, i say them, watching, staring. They were concerned, they wanted to know, to find, to feel. They felt no emotion, they wanted to see, they wanted more then nothing, they wanted it all. No one could see, no one could hear, except the lonely, lost without a guiding hand.
by kimberly
Awsome! read your poems all the time :)