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Post by purplespirit on Feb 15, 2012 13:04:19 GMT -5
The Voice of the Wind
The wind knows more than what we see Brings wishes and dreams from you to me,
Words from my heart echo in your ear It blows my thoughts for you to hear.
We never know what the wind brings On its so mighty and magic wings,
It’s pushing the clouds with a sunbeam And stirs happy promises downstream.
Memories with the wind fade away Hopes are born in its light-footed play,
Poetry of secrets we hold inside Either love or sorrow we cannot hide,
Wind as a blessing helps the soul fly, At our end the voice of the wind will die.
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Post by The Great Fulcanelli on Feb 16, 2012 0:26:58 GMT -5
We never know what the wind we may bring, but it is our duty and fate to suffer it the best we can. And when good memories are stolen away, we still have the ability to reforge them anew.
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Post by diasdoano on Feb 16, 2012 6:15:47 GMT -5
You use wind voice so wisely,to express with yourself , deep feelings !
Domício.
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Post by Auro mani on Feb 16, 2012 12:24:33 GMT -5
Very nicely written :-)
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Post by purplespirit on Feb 17, 2012 17:11:40 GMT -5
Thanks CR for a wise comment, much appreciated. Ulla xx
Domìcio, it is truly lovely to find your comment here, thank you for a smile to my day. Ursula xx
Thanks Auro for taking time to read and comment! Ulla xx
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