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My heart stops beating,
My sould feels empty,
As happiness drains out of me.

Time stops,
Words trapped in my throat,
Because I can't remember how to release them.

My mind speaks to me,
As if I wasn't standing alone,
But it doesn't comfort me.

Will I ever,
Be free like the dancing wind?
Free and truly happy?

------
Erica R. Lindsey aka Windsong [got married in '08]



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The following comments are for "A thought..."
by Windsong

Commet
This was quite a thought indeed.
I enjoyed this poem. The flow was very nice and the word choice excellent. But personally I think that you can only be that free when you trust yourself to let go yourself and let the wind take you where you're meant to be...
Keep writing. ^_^

( Posted by: silentgoodbye [Member] On: March 3, 2006 )





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