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By Anonymous

   Flying, Singing, The Wind

Rushing, Pulling At Me

Urging me further and further

over, Down, screaming

the cool breeze pulls me

over and I screech with

Joy and fright

now, now is my moment

I'll never be thought of

as a curer, a healer, a lover

a worker.

But now, now and forever

as the wind is swirling, yelling

somersaulting and cartwheeling

me, I'll be known as the one

who,

Jumped





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on Nov. 19 2009 at 8:45 am
ariwrites94 GOLD, Deltona, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." ---Plato

wonderful poem! you are a talented writer!!! keep up the jaw-dropping work :) oh yeah if you have time could you maybe read, comment, and rate my poem called "Sensitive Am I?" Thanx. :)