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[sid] => 154100
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[aid] => mick
[title] => unasked question
[time] => 2009-10-15 10:49:55
[hometext] => this is my first poem on this site, please read it and comment :)
[bodytext] => The strong wind is causing a revolution in her hair The beauty of her brunet face is one that’s rare Her delicate feet are sinking in the muddy sand Wearing along silky dress there she stands Her sleepy eyes are protected with long thick lashes Feeling her presence the excited wave on the rock clashes lips dried and pale and they hoped to touch her cheek They were behind her for her so wanted attention they seek Though not slightly cared about whoever was watching Whether its love or hatred from their hearts are launching Searching for an answer to the question that great men fear A hard question that no human wants to hear Is it because our weak minds and easily broken nature Though my lord blessed me with thinking than any other wild creature I shall return to my small hole and I shall live my destiny Past, present, future same fate for every beggar and king until infinity To you who I can’t be more grateful, to you I seek mercy from, to you who made us his creation Staring at his sky, the Great answered her unasked question In his property, the brunet face was asked by the teacher to go back to her seat She turns look at them who for her attention seek, remembering that she has to fulfill her fate then walked with pride to her ordered destination with her same delicate feet [comments] => 3 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Durra1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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