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[today]Sep 6th, 2006 3:58:35 am - Subscribe


in forests deep
leaves turn to gold.

in lands far and wide
the winds are changing.

a chill upon the air;
a storm surfacing.

what is this
approaching?

the song
takes on an undercurrent,

a new season
nearing.

the land shivers
through the northern wind.

and I stand
overlooking

facing the dawn
of a new time

what is this
inside me?

I do not fear -

I no longer fear.

[I am]comtemplative.
[inspiration]the beginning of a new era of me.

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avatar tinkerbell

September 07th, 2006
that is a really nice poem did you copy it or did you make that up I write poems to sometimes it depends on what mood i am in or what happened at school today
well laterz
love tink

avatar leighton

September 07th, 2006
Thank you for the welcome. =)

avatar adesuki

September 08th, 2006
Thanx very much for your comment and time on my blog. This feeling that is dwelling inside of you.. could it be lonliness? If it is, then congratulations... you no longer fear it ^^

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