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Contributed by
winniss
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Wednesday, 6th December 2017 @ 09:11:04 AM in AEST
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I used to see so very far,
in the tree that they planted for me.
You don/'/t know what or who you are
but you go about it any way.
I thougt i saw a shooting star,
burning dreams all across the sky.
There/'/s a feeling in the wind,
it was me just passing by.
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Re: Home
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th December 2017 @ 03:01:05 AM AEST
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this was passed by perhaps but it is brilliant!
more than simply being born, the planting of a tree.
you, was no mistake,
yet as you say, no one knows who they are, but
still they do go on, partly inherently, partly for a myriad of reason.
Then you say you thought you saw a shooting star burning dreams all across the sky - and I repeat, all across the sky.
Then, there is a feeling in the wind, and it was you passing by.
there is a connectivity here, this thing called home, a pride, more than remembrance of the distant past.
By definition, more than a sense of culture, or the past,
a form of piety, perhaps your own, under glass.
Great poem!
Peace! |
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