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Open Poetry #26

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Kaoru

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since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

0 posted 2003-06-09 05:01 PM

The cold wind rushes through my mind
like a frigid serpentine.
Underneath my feet I feel the cracking of ice..
To experience life is blissful,
to experience death is divine.
Through my ears I embed something people can't hear.
Clear the stone of sand and leaves,
only to find what I've known all along,
the secret lies in me..

the_loner_23
Member Ascendant

since 2002-06-08

Posts 5479
Jacksonville, Florida, USA

1 posted 2003-06-09 05:03 PM

Very interesting but well written.

Cold hands means a warm heart

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