~Voice on the WindA Poem by Frieda PI hear your voice calling through the meadows high above the mountain tops as it beckons it's elusive yet a clear reminder of all that is sacred that has gone before this time and ever shall be crisp as a bell it echoes the chant of the ages winding through sorrow'd winds to be healed, dances on ether'd clouds like spiritual autumn leaves floating gallantly on the wings of all mankind bringing forth stillness and peace for all who listen © 2013 Frieda PAuthor's NoteFeatured Review
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Added on October 8, 2013Last Updated on October 8, 2013 AuthorFrieda PNJAboutIf you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..Writing
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