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FadingSun Member
since 2000-05-01
Posts 76Southern California |
~Outside~ To wonder the color of the wind if it were to be seen Heard only by the Makers, felt earthen, but seen not by a single eye A possible palette of blues like that of a still sea at dusk Or even blush reds that fill the creases of the petals of the African Daisy. Loved it is, for it touches like an angel... calming a busy soul Yet, seen by thine eye it is still not Hated it is, for it touches like a devil... enticing unpleasantness from some Yet, seen by thine eye it is still not Running through the blossoms of the Makers like that wild heart we once knew Dancing along the heather, white fills the air Has it stopped? No, it only rests The labor of its carry has wore thin Along the hill it starts its endless journey once more, and where does it go this time? To me or to you Will the Makers send it far away? We will not know, until it speaks its name to us again. |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
S~ Touching, passionate and tenderly written. This was a fine poem lovingly said  Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi FadingSun, I love this very much, have to print for my collection, it truly is wonderful. Thank you for sharing it and welcome to passions, Cerenity |
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