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Roaming Wind <(-.-<) |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Is the wind confused in it’s ever quiet blowing? Not knowing were its going I see it sings a song Should it think of its existence? Would it be a vein fool if it did cos it knows what it does for us Or perhaps the wind would see its self as wind Just a blowing on a planet so simple and so small In the middle of a nowhere land that matters not at all Just as we say to the sun oh we need you so oh lovely sun But he says he doesn’t need you and he knows not he has begun Nor does the wind or the air or the earth or the baby But somehow along the line we see our own existence Is this our only difference that we know that we’re alive? All this silly life was made in such coincidence I might have only seen The morning sees its self my eyes have given life and so this morning has not been It was only but a memory in side my lonely head, a dreamer in my bed I cannot tell the single song that’s sung from noon to dusk Is never heard by you or me, but angles living in the trees that sing a song to me Oh single jingle jangle pleas wake my weary head I have but only morning time to see the children dancing I see them in the view, a gift I give to you, the somber words a gift I wish they would uplift the clouds that fill my mind And take away the worries of the roads without a car; I must be getting far I’ll take a ride from you, relying on each other, why fear my fellow man I’ll be on the road again to find myself a home and never will I know which way that I must go Yet still I’ll always roam until my heart is home But why stand here hands in hand I do not understand, cannot still the beating heart Beat itself away, from wanting what is lost, and taking what is had I do not understand, pleas walk away from me just take my gift and leave me hear to stand [This message has been edited by themute (06-26-2006 11:24 PM).] |
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Dragon Mistress Member
since 2002-08-26
Posts 289Washington, USA. |
Wonderful. ~*~I'm a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~ |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
A raw emotional piece of writing that cries, real tears. |
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