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The Wind
Contributed by
gingerblue
on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 09:21:32 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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In the high deset
Of Northern Nevada,
The wind arises
Without warning
Scraping unimpeded
Across the landscape.
Lonely aspen trees
Dance with the wind
That tugs at them,
Inviting them
To abandon their roots.
I love the sound,
The smell, the feel
Of the wind.
I wonder, does it recognize me
When it wraps its
Arms around me,
Tugging at my sleeve.
I hear it now,
In the music of the leaves,
Singing a song of passion,
Calling for my surrender.
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gingerblue
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2004-05-28 09:21:32]
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Re: The Wind
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by Silent-No-More on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 09:59:57 AM AEST
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| Oh, I like this! Very gentle but very impactful at the same time. Lovely. Nicely done! |
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Re: The Wind
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by bernard on
Friday, 28th May 2004 @ 12:19:49 PM AEST
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Excellent poem I like the gentleness of this writing although the wind can cause havoc in its path to the way of oblivion.
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