tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583762009709141187.post8018745842283273724..comments2011-02-17T11:29:34.638-05:00Obsidian Eagle (ItzQuauhtli)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06913606373142918131noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583762009709141187.post-32704585179421757462011-02-17T11:29:34.638-05:002011-02-17T11:29:34.638-05:00

from winters hold<br />the cold contains<br />the potential of spring<br />life is not life <br />without death to be reborn<br />in some new amazing form<br />fear not<br />explore all<br />walk through every new door<br />with antisipation <br />of what is to come

Lunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06999367960465976920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583762009709141187.post-83476219708840202082011-02-06T15:53:00.792-05:002011-02-06T15:53:00.792-05:00

A very Springtime poem! Thanks for, Obsidian Eagle - a pleasure.<br /><br />PG

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