A gentle breeze stirs through my hair
Like an invisible hand of reassurance
I sit alone and watch the birds fly
Dusk descends upon me softly
Millions of years have shaped this scenery
How many eyes have viewed this landscape?
I have followed in a billion footsteps
To sit and look upon this place
I feel a presence, a spiritual aura
What circumstances shaped this land?
Perhaps a battle that's been left untold
Or the religious site of a sacred sect
What great people have come to rest here?
Having traveled across this ground
Their endeavors have become my history
Just like my future will be someone's past
Please tell me what you think
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AWESOME
this is really good i like the last 2 lines espicially
good work
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Ah, one who endeavours to part the sands of time and disvoer great miysteries... My hats off to you in your conquest. Very nice poetry my friend
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Yes, we often sit and contemplate about what used to be, what was life like in the area years ago. Liked the flow and the conclusion to this piece - brings it all to a good close. We think about life in general and wonder what others thought like this too. We all become part of history, part of the past life of the planet. Enjoyed the read.
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Those special moments when we're alone to absorb and really feel what's around us, how it came to be and those who have walked before us...looked at the same sky and felt a similar breeze to stir one's thoughts. I love contemplating..love this!
wil
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