there is a voice
shrouded
by the mist
of time
that calls me
to a place
guarded by the
forest
where a cottage
door
stands open
and I will
at last
be
home
3.12.08
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there is a voice
shrouded
by the mist
of time
that calls me
to a place
guarded by the
forest
where a cottage
door
stands open
and I will
at last
be
home
Posted by richard at 21:22|PERMALINK
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