The SpiritA Poem by HavataraSometime I made up when I got bored in drivers' trainingpower of the unimaginable wasted away in games of war left them to their own devices with no idea of what was in store hunted by the jealous man always on the run in vain never ceasing, never stopping heading down the narrow lane running through the fields of gold crashing through the seas of blue leaping through the winds of clear a heavy spirit made anew walking through the bright green forest dashing from the birds of prey slinking through the misty fog disappearing far away flying up high into the sky never to see man again hiding away in the Other World writing letters I will not send I am the spirit that you seek waiting for the day that we can meet © 2010 HavataraAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on June 8, 2010 Last Updated on June 8, 2010 AuthorHavataraThe Town That Moved, St. Louis County, MN (aka Hicksville), MNAboutMy birthday is November 12, 1994. I was born and raised in Minnesota and am loving it, despite the mosquitoes and the six month winter. It would be AMAZING if you reviewed something of mine if I r.. more..Writing
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