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Lifted by the gust of purity, ringing in my ear; words of hope, For time lays stagnate, time has emitted its message. I have scars, which postulate curses. The Winds propulsion under my outspread wings, gives flight. The precious light amidst my vacant face, gives feeling. The rare glimmer in her celestial eyes, gives emotion. A twist in consistency, a hint of variety makes the redundant, seem fresh, Fresh like the Air which provides life, whether or not it is asked. It gives, without incentive, or need; just because. I receive, I need, I want, I yearn, I do not provide, I do not give I lose, I am taken from, Taken by the very wind which gives me flight, The very wind which holds the Air, the Air I'd die without. I am a leaf, searching for distant Lands, Let down only by the mercy of the Winds, Searching; finding; pushed further by the merciless winds carrying me further from the found. . . Again, and again I find, only to fly away, never looking back. Here I lay, Stagnate; again. I have found, I have once more landed. Anxious from the wind, sweeping me once more shall it not. I only hope. I see colors brighter here, I see the faces, but do not blink, For I see one of many, beautiful in its way of being. The place I have fallen. Full of Wondrous sights exceeding, amplitude of which I know, I wish to stay, Oh, I wish to stay. . .
The Wind
Photo By Kara Ann Marie
Poem By Killionare
gothgirl added this comment 2011-10-18 04:10:02-05:00
this is amazing and so pretty:)
gothgirl added this comment 2011-10-18 04:10:02-05:00
this is amazing and so pretty:)