The wind was dancing with my hair
and kissing my lips
it felt cold as winter with no rain
it blew more so it removed my hair clips

I danced on the broken earth and howled at the shatterd moon
I laughed at the begining whose end was coming soon
I laughed at the lightening that ripped open the sky
On that, the darkest day, even tears would learn to cry

Fire gives no warmth here, wind leaves you dry
Neither the sun gave warmth
While the winds were blowing High
The wind was still playing from tree to tree

While i was writing this poem
Papers flew to no end
Trees were still dancing
and there leaves were gone with the wind

When the poem apraoched its end
and the winds lost it's fortitude
It blew my skirt
Which i thought was Rude

The tree's sins were blown by the black oily rains
I was scatterd on the winds, but the winds blew no more
Just half rememberd memories
The memories of the fall

By:
BeLLiSSiMa

bellleta@hotmail.com

Mino'z fav, qoute: ' a rose by any other name would smell as sweet '
jasmino2@hotmail.com

Brighten:
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He listens.
He can live anywhere, but He chose ... your heart.
Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!
God didn't promise days without pain,
laughter without sorrow, sun without rain,
but He did promise strength for the day,
comfort for the tears, and light for the way

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