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Echoes of Memories
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 2000/2007
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Day's reign bows once more to dusk
Within it's submission
A subtle wind caresses, comforts my solitude
As an old friend
Whispering echoes of memories
The horizon claims the last flicker of day
A stillness, not unknown
Greets me this eve
This is the night of the riderless horse
Unbridled defiance afoot
It's cry, harmonious amidst the wind
Thunder be it's mane
The wind laments it's long, lonely wail
As if to bid farewell
To one whose chased it's endless breath
To one it knew quite well
To the Heavens I raise my head and pray
May, this wind fill the wings of your soul
Whispering echoes of memories
'til, for me, it blows
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