Silence


Like the grace of a Panther,
among the tall trees,

Like the whisper of wind,
that you'll surly not see.

Like the glow from the heavens,
cast upon the white snow,

She moves through the night,
but nobody knows.

With foot prints, a path of icy formed snow,

Her direction, is silent, completely unknown.

Like a panther she moves through each night.

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