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As the sun rises far in the east,
I hear the sounds of beautiful nature.
My small world begins to open,
And once again my hopes rise.

The birds begin their melodious chirping,
The winds start to blow,
The ocean produces an image of intensity,
And the sky begins to blossom.

I drift far away in my unrealistic thoughts,
I imagine I’m flying with swans,
The water is my safe home,
And for a brief moment I am someone special.

The whisper of green leaves wake my soul,
The flowers bloom my thoughts,
The branches show their consistent support,
And the warmth from the sun lifts me high.

As the sun rises far in the east,
I hear the sounds of beautiful nature.
My small world begins to open,
And once again my hopes rise.





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yomaster said...
Oct. 17, 2010 at 5:08 pm
You put into words exactly what I feel! Love it!
 
dmta22 replied...
Oct. 19, 2010 at 11:21 pm
Glad you could relate to it.
 
blackraindrops said...
Oct. 17, 2010 at 1:48 pm
this is so beautiful!
 
dmta22 replied...
Oct. 17, 2010 at 3:46 pm
Thank you. Your feedback means a lot. :)
 
BlackScarlett said...
Oct. 17, 2010 at 10:40 am
this is a beautiful poem i like the line and the sky begins to blossom for me this metaphor is very beautiful and really i appretiate your point of view.
 
dmta22 replied...
Oct. 17, 2010 at 12:01 pm
Thank you so much. :) I'm glad you liked it.
 
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