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Array ( [sid] => 64858 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Wind Rushed [time] => 2004-09-23 08:56:25 [hometext] => Possibly the idea behind my next song. There will be a picture that goes with this when ever I finsh it. I will post it on etherealengine.deviantart.com [bodytext] => Flowers spreading out across the field approaching your location climbing up and over the hill top the fragrance a refreshing aroma which clears the nasal passages and touches the innermost depths of your scent receptors. Following closely behind the sea of vibrantly colored bright summer flowers comes great white clouds set upon crystal clear skies. In a mighty rush of wind both clouds and flowers collide with you blowing your hair and loose fitting clothes backwards like a torrent of pleasantry. As the wave moves on the air soon settles and your clothes fall back in place. On the otherside of the hill you can see the entire village covered in flowers. They're growing out of rooftops, on the street signs, flag poles, and mailboxes. Flowers are everywhere and everything is so quiet. Everybody is so happy and amazed at how peaceful it is that they for once forget their social personas and act from a part of them-selves that lies down at the center of their being. The pure perfect self that has not been seen since the simple days of childhood. The air is so crisp and clean all impurities are removed and pollen no longer makes people sneeze. Amongst the flowers spires of green plant-life grow rapidly upward reaching for the bright light that feeds them each day. When their desired height is attained they stop growing and stand as great pillars beautiful landmarks with green leafy leaves as large as person stands tall with purple spots and curly tops. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Ethereal_Engine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
Wind Rushed

Contributed by Ethereal_Engine on Thursday, 23rd September 2004 @ 08:56:25 AM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



Flowers spreading out across the field approaching your location climbing up and over the hill top the fragrance a refreshing aroma which clears the nasal passages and touches the innermost depths of your scent receptors. Following closely behind the sea of vibrantly colored bright summer flowers comes great white clouds set upon crystal clear skies. In a mighty rush of wind both clouds and flowers collide with you blowing your hair and loose fitting clothes backwards like a torrent of pleasantry. As the wave moves on the air soon settles and your clothes fall back in place. On the otherside of the hill you can see the entire village covered in flowers. They're growing out of rooftops, on the street signs, flag poles, and mailboxes. Flowers are everywhere and everything is so quiet. Everybody is so happy and amazed at how peaceful it is that they for once forget their social personas and act from a part of them-selves that lies down at the center of their being. The pure perfect self that has not been seen since the simple days of childhood. The air is so crisp and clean all impurities are removed and pollen no longer makes people sneeze. Amongst the flowers spires of green plant-life grow rapidly upward reaching for the bright light that feeds them each day. When their desired height is attained they stop growing and stand as great pillars beautiful landmarks with green leafy leaves as large as person stands tall with purple spots and curly tops.




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Re: Wind Rushed (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 02:28:57 AM AEST
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beautiful from title to last line, hugs n' love nessa

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