A poem about the many mysteries and secrets of the world. I guess.

I listen To the longing Call of a lone bird Its harrowing voice filled With secrets snatched away by The constant curling of the writhing wind.

I listen To the wailing Whistle of the browning Trees their boughs bending Forced to release their brittle and aged Secrets to the howling of the maddened wind.

I listen To the whispers Of the swaying brown Grass edged with green voicing The rebirth of the season the circle Spinning secrets stolen by the avenging wind.

I listen To the deep Song of the flowing River reaching through the Land laughing and weeping for Its secrets claimed by the mighty wind.

I listen To the cries Of the souls as they Travel across the land Holding to them for comfort Stolen secrets on the wings of the wind.

Submitted: May 10, 2008

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Amazing! what a great start! please check out my poems and my novel "chrysanthe" gracias!

Sun, May 11th, 2008 12:38am


cool ^_^

Sun, May 11th, 2008 6:52am


Fantastic :)

Wed, August 6th, 2008 5:07pm

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