THE FOREST GREEN: The Winds    
 The Winds3 comments
Thursday, April 10th 2008, by Marissa A Spencer

a poem

The Winds


The craggy cliffs o'er the crashing sea
Call the winds back to my lonely door
I wait for you to show your face
but I don't see you anymore

The winds may blow through the sky
Singing a song or a wailing cry
They call the winds back to my door
but I don't hear you anymore

Now the air is close and oddly still
Laden with an expectant will
I sense somewhere a hidden door
Through which you dwell forevermore


© April 10,2008 Marissa A Spencer


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3 comments

18 Apr 2008 @ 19:17 by celestial : Marissa,
Very good poem; keep looking, you're getting warm!  

19 Apr 2008 @ 04:11 by skookum : oh...
that wasn't a hot flash???

ahhaha

thanks

marissa  

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