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What is it?
Contributed by
Shandra
on
Tuesday, 29th March 2011 @ 07:25:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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A cool breeze hits my face briefly
Grabs it gently with a smooth sensation
The crispness makes it hard to ignore
You can't see it, but you can feel it's presence
All around, lurking. like a predator to it's prey
Yet comforting, like a hug from grandmother
Amazed, I continue on without giving it another thought
But this feeling, this breeze, stays with at all times
Even when I think I'm alone, it's always there
Surrounding me. holding me, rocking me
Yet it doesn't visit long, just briefly
It seems to know when I'm down and comes around in the nick of time
It's not forceful, neither is it strong enough to hold me down
I've tried to grab it, but it slips through my fingers
On occasion, I've even gotten mad at it, but this feeling, this breeze stays around
I find myself asking
" What is this", "Where did it come from"
Although I would not trade it for the world
It has taught me patience, it's not proud, or boastful
What is it?
It's love!!!
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Shandra
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2011-03-29 07:25:00]
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Re: What is it?
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by Zernobyl on
Tuesday, 29th March 2011 @ 09:46:19 AM AEST
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| I was wondering the whole time, when i was reading this, that "what is it?" what you've wrote about, but when i got to the end, then i got it. :) That's just the way love is. It can be good and it can make you mad. Nice one. |
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