the wind blows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

im a poet therefore i know it

i write because the wind blows across my face

and because the grass scrapes my knees

because i live not in a box

because i make my own scene

and one day the curtain will close

and we will just be dancing backstage

kicking off our flip flops

we scream and shout

yell "i love you" outloud

we are fearless and fun

we are 7 again, five, one,

we are kids

forever in our youth

afraid to grow up

afraid of the end

of no more dreams

and mind made scenes

all the inner prayers stop

is it peaceful

is it hell

do we care to find out

Submitted: May 06, 2009

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