The Wind

February 26, 2010
By h_estelle SILVER, San Francisco, California
h_estelle SILVER, San Francisco, California
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Favorite Quote:
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

- Kahlil Gibran

The autumn wind blew soft and clear
it whispered in my waiting ear
It told me secrets old as time
I listened closely to their rhyme

I took the secrets to my grave
did not tell a soul,
They seeped up through the earth one day
and blew in the wind once more.

The author's comments:
I actually wrote this when I ten years old. I was awake late at night at camp and missed my parents. I took out my notebook to write them a letter, but instead ended up with this poem. It reminds me of the crisp morning breeze that used to float camp, carrying dew and bird calls.

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on Mar. 16 2010 at 5:06 pm
brittany mclaughlin SILVER, Springdale, Arkansas
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I use to do that all the time, i have always had nightmares and my poems are the results. You should check them out.


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