Fly where you please
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Dec 23, 2004 8:56:02 GMT -5
Post by Fly where you please on Dec 23, 2004 8:56:02 GMT -5
My window's open. The plants and I, we sit on the window sill. The wind roars. The Thick Black Clouds swim in the Thick Grey Air. They pass so quickly, but above.They don't reach us. All’s dark. But the wind does. He moves our hair, the dark and the green. He cuts my skin, ice cold but gently. Rain runs down my cheek like tears. I give my plants some water, and I give some to myself. Elements. Water. Wind. Coldness. Movement. Nature loves me. I wish I had green hair, too, and leaves. And I could sit on the window sill, feel the wind and the rain and all the Grey, and see the black clouds passing by. It’s the old men, with their black robes and their black eyes, and their smell like ancient dust. They’re gonna try to judge my intellect.
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Dec 23, 2004 9:16:58 GMT -5
Post by NobodyWeirdLikeMe on Dec 23, 2004 9:16:58 GMT -5
i don't know who you are but its nice
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Dec 23, 2004 13:09:26 GMT -5
Post by camelianhermitcrab on Dec 23, 2004 13:09:26 GMT -5
beautiful Your words spun the wind in my head and I enjoyed the ride. Thank you for that. You are indeed talented. Happy Holidays to you.
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Dont let them tie you down
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Dec 24, 2004 19:53:32 GMT -5
Post by Dont let them tie you down on Dec 24, 2004 19:53:32 GMT -5
Thank you ever so much Emma and Beth, I'm glad. Really.
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