In the shadows of my soul I await for the spring... For the flowers to return to the meadows and for rain to refresh me... yes even me! My thirst is great and I am parched like the cracks in the desert floor. So come to me my love, yes come to me on the wings of a dove, yes come to me with the love of youth. For why should I suffer any longer in this lonely place? Until that day I will wait in my desolate abode and keep watch for you to come to me, over the new horizon. Yet though I keep watch I watch for the impossible, for once you were mine in misty memories of days of long ago. But alas you are no more...
—Stands with a Roar—as in thunder
About the Creator
David Hallowell
Stands with a Roar ( as in thunder) As his native American name suggests; he speaks with thunder, in essence he has a message for all to hear. The messages is set forth in poetic style, like flashes on enlightenment for all to hear.
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