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Sunday, December 18, 2005


poem
Blowing east to west
in the evening
follwing the sun
chilling everything

coats squeezed tight
frosty hair whips
even trees try as they might
move from trunk to leaf tips

lean east and be caught
by a bed of moving air
lean west and be blown
by a flowing river

the night stars were covered
by a blanket of cluody mist
but now that wind has cleared
even the sky

would u look at that
as u lean in to the east
u do fall down
but slowly and gently at least

The stars twinkle
exactly where they should be
the few things unmoved
by this places destiny



ok...i no it has no point literally
but think of it as a lyr poem (gateway to ur own understanding) and it can actually be quite cool...

K~

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