Poetry

May 10, 2011
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It is the sound
Of the wind and the ocean
And it is silence

It is the sight
Of a bird in flight
And it is stillness

It is the feel
Of a gentle hand
And it is numbness

It is the scent
Of wild flowers in bloom
And it is untraceable

It is the flavor
Of a ripened fruit
And it is tasteless

All can sense it
Few can understand
Some can create it





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ServantOfGOD said...
Jun. 16, 2011 at 1:26 pm
This poem is great. I really liked it.
 
Skaia said...
Jun. 16, 2011 at 12:37 pm
Wow. I can't believe this is up here. ^^
 
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