ALWAYS TODAY
by julitaNovember 6th, 2008 at 7:46 AM
Filed under: Arts & Entertainment
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As I walk to find my way home trying to recall what was forgotten Above the clouds, the sun glares shielding my eyes with a hand over my eyebrows Rambunctious wind like a child wanting his way whistling across the open field As I skip over the shadows of rolling clouds Bow your heads tall wild weeds of virgin feel his weight upon you As he plucks your buds to carry forth your seeds of life |
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I enjoyed this poem.
You did?A0 Seriously?A0 Thanks a whole lot Marc....
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Subject: New Critique: ALWAYS TODAY
"ALWAYS TODAY" received a new critique from Marc:
I enjoyed this poem.