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a gentle touch of breath

A gentle touch of breath
The wind brushes my cheek
A slight feeling of death
leaves me unable to speak.

It feels so quiet
as i walk along the dusty roads
the wind is at its highest
as the wind makes my skin feel cold.

The wind makes me feel like I'm flying.
the wind is like a ticking clock
i feel like I'm being lifted without even trying.
and there's only a matter of time before it stops



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Miseltoe said...
May 30, 2010 at 6:22 pm:
I like it but I think the use of wind so many times in stanza 3 is repetitive but besides that its good. Its got a hint of you though the light and the dark nice imagery
 
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