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And then the roar
a deep guttural sound
rumbling the rocks of the frozen sides of
mountain above the river
slowly emerging
from beneath the snow
that falls in hopes of quieting
Mountain and mind
but neither will be subdued
And so I run
slow in deep snow
wild best unleashed
fiery wrath uncontained
By civilization and obligation
and so what more shall we do than let ourselves
Live
wild and naked and free
in the world we build
each for ourselves
our own heaven or hell
how loud do you beat your drum?
oh so quiet
in this little (cold) white world I live in
Now… give me a cloudy day
a sky full of passion, pain and promise
There is no depth in this dazzling blue
I stop
listen for the voice of the wilds
The trees, the wind, the river
under the early winter’s load of ice and snow
This is story I now must tell
Leaving egos and self importance and pity
Buried beneath the heavy load of ice and snow
Screaming to be heard
and the voices I will whisper
when the moon is dark
and I’m out there on a cloudless night
with no more than the trees
to shelter me
but maybe you’re there too.
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Those shots are amazing!
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The dog looks like it’s singing…..Oooh so deep and my legs are cold!