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Listening Deep
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I listened deep to the sound of lake waves and disgrutled bull-frog croaks.
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The horizon remains a strong line till it disappears, the dimmest fading light of a long lost sun can gracefully illuminate the silouhette of the silent mountains.
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Ripples from the kayak's slender paddle create crayon scribbles against the black water - fading into the unknown distance until once again the bare slate of the lake returns.
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Brilliant stars poke through the canvas above - neatly aranged in their predetermined, unfaltering constellations - party decorations for Earth's unending celebration of Life.
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Life of the moose, the human, the beaver, the lily-pad, the lavender, the bumble-bee, the waters, the salmon, the oak, the bear, the land.
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Lives which weave in and out of eachother for eternity, forever mending and dissolving our quilt.
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Mindlessly, I paddle back to shore.
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Llisten to the croaks, the ripples, the wind.
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Remember what I had forgot.
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In silence and dark, walk home.
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4 Sep 06


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 — greenmantle

Line 18: typo.  Listen*

I'm not so.. into the way you ended the poem, but keep it up.
 — painfulcries

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