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Polar Nights

Poetry By: seven

Tags: Poetry

Rain, desert heat, moon and the stars!

Submitted:Dec 28, 2006    Reads: 60    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Your hands that beckon me,
From up close.

We must journey to where,
The hills are many.

And, we ride in the rain.

The desert heat, with furnace flames
We will walk, upon the brand.

In a land of burning sands,
We leave a mark.

We ride with the moon,
And, in the dark.

Now, we see the snow,
Now, we feel the snow

On the mountain's rise,
Cold and bleak.

Yellow rays fill the morning sky,
And, the lights of the polar night's.

Utter it's cries, from prancing
Star to star.

And, the sun-less nights are.

/ F /


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