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Post by Samccaleb on Sept 10, 2005 19:47:26 GMT -6
Wind
Wind gusts steadily toward me, I feel the cool tug, The graceful energy, Pulling me toward the sea, The boundless ocean of blue. I resist only slightly, I need the land as well, But the wind fills my sails, And it will not let me stay behind. I mourn my loss of harbor. I cannot remember when last I was here, Within its safe, secure docks. Off into the night I sail, Alone, with only the wind for company. I watch the stars, As the wind blows the clouds away. They are crystal bright. They look so warm, And I wish I was warm, And not constantly chased by the wind.
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Post by Only Me on Sept 10, 2005 21:02:03 GMT -6
Haven't read this one before... is it new?
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Post by Absinthe on Sept 10, 2005 21:35:17 GMT -6
[glow=black,2,300] I like the wind in my sails metaphor. Nice job on this [/glow]
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Post by Samccaleb on Sept 10, 2005 21:40:26 GMT -6
No, I've had it for a while, in fact I had it before I was at U of I but I just didnt share it until now.
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Post by Sharon on Sept 23, 2005 16:38:18 GMT -6
[glow=purple,2,300]i really like this, i love the nature theme, very cool. [/glow]
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Post by Samccaleb on Sept 26, 2005 15:41:37 GMT -6
thank you
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