dragonqueen Posted October 24, 2003 Report Posted October 24, 2003 The wind swirls around me, Whispering, whispering, whispering. It murmurs to me of long-lost kingdoms, And sings the praises of mighty heroes. The wind swirls around me, Like a mother’s loving hands, Caressing, stroking, soothing. It tugs me towards the trees, And under their leafy branches Tells me of far and distant lands. The wind swirls around me, Teasing playfully. Coyly, it informs me of scandalous rumors. Giggling as it breezes past the bushes. The wind swirls around me, Sighing regretfully, Reluctantly bidding me farewell. With a few lingering embraces, It wafts away from me Whispering that perhaps, it shall return another day.
Regel Posted October 24, 2003 Report Posted October 24, 2003 I really enjoyed this. Very nice imagery used in this work. Like a mother’s loving hands, A enjoyed the whimsy as it toyed with the people and the things it encounters.
reverie Posted October 26, 2003 Report Posted October 26, 2003 very nice... refreshlying simple and selfless Painting pictures with words... seems a lost art sometimes... nice to seem someone still carrying the torch... revery the dreamlost "we suffer in the shudder of the smallest glimspe...(me)" th dream continues...
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