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Your Aura
Contributed by
youlied
on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 04:55:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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It is not something you see But rather, something you feel Like goosebumps On a warm, humid Summer day
Or maybe something you hear Like windchimes In the dead of winter On a cold, crisp And eerily calm Windless evening
It is the nostalgia Of running through a field The freedom of a child And the possibility Of fields to come
It is what causes magnets To drift, pull, dance And come together Without actually touching Straight on
It is why I return Day after day Night after night To feel the chill To hear the ringing And to think of time's games
It is why I will return In years to come When the present is the past And what we once were Is a distant memory
But that one part of you What draws me What awes me Will remain forever And the fields of childhood Will live in your eyes Always
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youlied
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2005-06-22 16:55:10] (Date/Time posted on
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