July 13, 2010
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The trees, they can speak
a flutter in the breeze they whisper
words so long undiscovered here
in the peace of my minds cacoon
the rippleing water's a sweet serenity
the moon giving off radient light
the coold breeze reacting to my spine
i look up to the stars
tears well in my eyes as i think
the past is written somewhere

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Quill said...
Aug. 19, 2010 at 10:01 pm
This is a lovely poem and I can clearly see the scene described and understand the emotion experienced.  Just watch out for typos; checking for spelling will make it that much easier to read.
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