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Nature's Intent
Contributed by
dvtpdw
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Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 01:32:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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Love Dove sits on a telephone wire Cooing softly, calling her mate Their love for each other never to expire Their future entwined for all of fate
Blackbird caws out its piercing shrill Knows nothing of the others' true embrace Unaware it only reminds of darkest will Surely the sweet coos leave a bitter taste
Cardinal flits among the different pair Bright color signals a new player around Standing regal, challenging a silent dare Not thwarted, bravely marking his ground
Never tire of watching this endless show Nature has an unlimited repertoire at hand One only has to open eyes and ears to know Nature has this world stamped with her brand
No matter the adventures, tragedies that wait We could glide easier with a little less fear Knowing that we aren't in control of our fate Nature has made that abundantly clear
Be like the birds that fly quickly overhead Live every second to its fullest extent Take what life has to offer, avoid the dread Future served with hope, follow nature's intent
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2012-05-07 13:32:25] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Nature's Intent
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lide on
Monday, 7th May 2012 @ 01:38:19 PM AEST (User
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Most people don't really understand about romanticism these days. But am i glad to see someone who appreciates nature and simple things in life. Keep on writing.. |
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Re: Nature's Intent
(User Rating: 1 ) by thehotshotpoet on
Tuesday, 8th May 2012 @ 06:51:58 AM AEST (User
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very well written thanks for sharing
the hot shot poet |
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