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Feeling Alone In the Wild?
That love of nature
made me eagerly explore
everything that was truly beautiful;
and hiking in those dense woods,
its secret wasn't to be kept...
I had no name for the wild-flowers,
only for the hydras along a brook,
but the unicorn plants
didn't seem to belong there...
As I went deeper into it,
even my footsteps echoed
through an air of suspense;
and the vulnerable shrikes
fled from the voltures,
so did the accipiters
seeking out the help of the eagles,
undaunting eagles gone to the sunny skies...
Adventure,in the truest sense of the word,
was a passion I couldn't renounce...
and it came to life through search and silence;
and who could be feeling alone in the wild,
when the harmonious sounds responded
to a curious and intuitive mind?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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Andrew Crisci
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