by Jamerson Rising

Created on: March 24, 2010

Winds of the night.                                                            

I sit patiently in the heavens moonlight.                                      

Soft whispers of the Divine.                                                   

Start to arise.                                                                

Pale moon behind light whispy clouds.                                          

Soft whispers from ancient wisdom unknown.                                     

Language lost in ancient times.                                                

Whispers now a breeze.                                                         

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