a free flowing, free spirited poem that will touch not only the hearts of everyone, but moreso, their souls
alive at my sight.
it lingers.. not in my soul,
but in my system.
yes, its in my system.
..and the bees, and the trees.. they saw it.
Oh how they saw it fall.
..from up above, they saw it fall.
What is that falling?
is it the dry leaf?
or the single drop of rain?
i dont think so.
i dont know it.
neither does anyobody else.
..but i feel it.
it's from within.
nobody knows what it really is.
i dont know. I will never know.
Let's ask the skies.
..perhaps they'll answer.
Poetry by willda
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 12:44
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the skies witnessed it all
it's the only thing alive.alive at my sight.
it lingers.. not in my soul,
but in my system.
yes, its in my system.
..and the bees, and the trees.. they saw it.
Oh how they saw it fall.
..from up above, they saw it fall.
What is that falling?
is it the dry leaf?
or the single drop of rain?
i dont think so.
i dont know it.
neither does anyobody else.
..but i feel it.
it's from within.
nobody knows what it really is.
i dont know. I will never know.
Let's ask the skies.
..perhaps they'll answer.
Poetry by willda
Read 221 times
Written on 2007-03-05 at 12:44
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