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LONG WATERS
By Selia Qynn 8/6/2004

The long waters snake silently through a dead, unchanging world.
Only the invisible moves.

The wind – breathes the ancient song of captives, discards, desolate, doomed.

Emotions – surround timeworn poetry, articulating memories of vanquished spirits.

Thoughts – familiar in their longing, turn, turn still.

Whispers – almost audible, spill over into nothing, nothing, nothing.