Winds change but my soul remains the same
Captivating tidal currents that never change
Magic stirs in the clouds above
Rich, strong and full of love
I give the wind back her breath
Though I attend romances death
For I know will come the day
That all will be past by winds swept away
I may not stand but I can lean
For I do all I will and say what I mean
A contest entry
- PIF Pic prompt :Because I feel the need for another contest by Rclane.
475 points, ended September 7, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for your entry. Short and powerful. Nicely done. Luck in contest.
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