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thought I'd try relate it to natureRate this Poem
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Sin
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Created on 6-21-07
The wind howls,
the water froths beneath my feet.
My mood is foul.
I am no longer discreet.
The water crashes,
back and forth.
There are violent lashes,
they are my call.
Soar, crash.
Lift, dash.
This is me,
this is what you never usually see.
A tear falls,
swept away by the wind.
There are mournful calls.
We have all sinned.
Please Login to post comments| On June 21st 2007 Blueismybaby Said : | |
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wow! I really like it! you've used the nature part of it really well! You did a great job
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| On June 21st 2007 mcihellejane Said : | |
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This one definetly works. The nature relation really drives the feeling home. Nice job~ |
