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In the Wind
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In the Wind |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
In my hands I hold my love That once was wild and true On restless wind, love blows away As I say good-bye to you I do not feel the rush, as the tide comes in to shore As birds fly, I hear not their song I can hear and feel no more Oh, love recant thy cry or forgive, for I am wrong Feed not the wretched thoughts inside Let my heart belong Blue sky's do not harbor me Trees pull away their naked branch, I see not the crystal blue of the lake I see not, a second chance Moon dust will not fall to me The stars have all gone dry, as the rough bark of the ageless oak Which I sit beneath and cry Beauty found in mother earth, my eyes too blind to see Hopes, and dreams from yesterday Have gone away from me ©tori 2000 ------------------ If with pen in hand I've made you think I've not wasted one drop of ink vlh. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh Tori...one can never lose sight of their hopes and dreams. Hugs At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet. ~Plato |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
I have felt like this more than I care to remember! This was fantastic though! I love it! |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
No Hoot one never can... not if one is a dreamer like me... Thank you Dove... |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Sad and beautiful, Tori. Well done! Denise |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
Thanks Denise!~ |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
"As birds fly, I hear not their song I can hear and feel no more" -this hit me pretty hard, tori. I definitely can relate. Deeply beautiful and sorrowful work. < !signature--> *Krista Knutson* ~*Like a lion, without fear of the howling pack, Like a gust of wind, ne'er trapped in a snare, Like a lotus blossom, ne'er sprinkled by water, Let me, like a unicorn, in solitude roam.*~ Hymn Of Buddha [This message has been edited by Alwye (edited 01-21-2000).] |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
Remember what we talked about not long ago To feel alone in a crowded room and have nowhere else to go I understand your poem to well, as you already know Sometimes I'm blind too no matter what nature has to show You written well another piece my dear congratulation are in order here The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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tori Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 520Mechanicsville, Maryland, USA |
I'm glad you enjoyed this piece Alwye and Hulmut.. and yes sometimes in a crowded room my friend... |
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