O sun reaching your plenitude without my seeing,
O wind that blows without knowing that I live,
I know that you are real,
More than angels and roses.
You are an epiphany without anyone to feel it
I experience you when I desire that which is out of life.
When you deny me, I exist,
As you do, though I am smaller.
I am a sea made to dance by the wind
But I dance in the depths where the sun cannot see
And I dream with greater sensation
Knowing sun and wind are around me
Not knowing me.
A contest entry
- Give Me What You Got by peregrin.
600 points, ended October 5, 2008, 56 entries
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Comments
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Excellent write.. as always
Best of luck in the contest
Bravo
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O sun reaching your plenitude without my seeing,
O wind that blows without knowing that I live,
I know that you are real,
More than angels and roses.
It is so pretty.
I love it.
It makes me think, and that is a good thing, for the record.
Thank you for your entry.
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