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Post by Eikou Hibiki on Apr 9, 2008 15:24:23 GMT -5
As I lay my head to sleep, I hear echoes of a dream. I see the gentle soil turn, At the bottom of a stream.
Their embrace is pure and deep. Two elements formed to one. The river runs, earth holds strong. A dance of joy, hope, and fun.
All the while the river grows. Its waters flooding higher. To the earth comes no new strength. Simply to hold, its desire.
I hear the earth's pleading cry. As it dissolves piece by piece. It tries so hard to stay strong. Pleads, "Please don't give up on me."
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Post by whitemagegalen on Apr 9, 2008 23:30:54 GMT -5
i think that's really beautiful-- maybe my favorite of your poems so far (except for the ones you write for me-- but those are especially special )....i just read it again... yeah, i really like it
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