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Flawless Spring Leaves
Contributed by
GreenEves16
on
Sunday, 29th June 2008 @ 12:53:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Burts amoung the trees
Lighting paths once hidden from view
Wisps, tendrels drive and blow through the eves
eves as long as the mind believes
Body shivering with the very thought
Driven by need that hums along
Warmth causes feelings that cant be boughten
Memories of soft soundless feet pitter pattering along
Cunning and charming, loveing and endearing
Always forgiving never regretting but always remembering
Speckles of light dance at your feet, joy bearing
Twinkling and rustling in the warm breeze
Always timeing always the same season
The buds grow bigger and bloom with so many reasons
Mayhaps it is programmed but even so
The leaves seem to spring with an easy flow.
Easeing the heart soothing the body
Bringing warmth and hope that nobody understands
Year after year always the same knobby roots
Differnt settings differnt events, but they all add up
To many happy endings.
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Re: Flawless Spring Leaves
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 30th June 2008 @ 11:27:54 AM AEST
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| a poem that opens up the heart where secret love letters work for poet influence and wonder. i find it fascinating. a wonderful poem |
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Re: Flawless Spring Leaves
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by GreenEves16 on
Monday, 30th June 2008 @ 12:21:25 PM AEST
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o my, why thank you
i write my poems as im feeling emmotions so that makes them stronger, if im feeling a certain emmotion i quick grab a pen and paper and just start writeing, barely thinking bout what i am writeing, it isnt until afterwards i reread |
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