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Darkness Member
since 2002-10-17
Posts 202The place just beyond my eyes, where my spirit flies. |
When I listen to the wind, It speaks with no truth,and no lies, It tells me not to fall down and die, When I listen to the wind, It talks of nothing but dreams, Inside, Inside my heart gleams, When I listen to the wind, It tells me things I need to learn, It speaks nothing, nothing of what I've earned, When I listen to the wind, It wispers your sweet breath in my ears, And your breath echos in my heart for years, When I listen to the wind, It demands that I always be true, And it reminds me that I love you, When I listen to the wind. [This message has been edited by Darkness (10-23-2002 07:58 PM).] |
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Darkness Member
since 2002-10-17
Posts 202The place just beyond my eyes, where my spirit flies. |
Sorry about the typos I have fat fingers and sometimes I just mash the keyboard like a giant ape. *And your* not an yor. |
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Dopey Dope
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Member Patricius
since 2000-08-30
Posts 11132San Juan, Puerto Rico |
If you look next to your little icon of a skull you'll see a profile icon, e-mail icon, EDIT icon, and find poems icon. With the EDIT icon you can easily with a one-two punch fix your spelling errors. Anyhow, the poem was very well written. I liked it a lot and I'm looking forward to more.  This post has been brought to you by the 'Totally Awesome Society of Puerto Rican Egotistical Sexy Men'. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
This isn't bad. I listen to the wind sometimes and all I hear is this weird blowing noise. Maybe I'm not as perceptive as you are. Oh well. Nice poem. Parasite Learn to place poetry before people |
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