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Post by Mattisa Mousethief on Jul 25, 2003 20:22:36 GMT -5
The First of Mine to be published, it holds a special meaning to me so please don't say anything bad about it, I don't care if you hate it, just don't tell me ok?
The Windmaker
Entrancing sounds And whispering wings Haloed angels The Windmaker sings
A frosty hand Laid on a cheek A hidden voice waits For someone to seek
Once upon a time Stories took form One person’s words Ended the storm
A girl cried out No answer replied That’s the night Her dreaming died
She sailed without wind She cried with no tears She lived in the past She scared her own fears
Entrancing sounds And powerful kings Spiritual visions The Windmaker sings
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Post by duckflesh on Jul 25, 2003 20:49:06 GMT -5
((I like how your poetry rhymes. Unrhyming poetry disgusts me. I like rhyming poetry with dark themes.))
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