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Post by akitaa on Mar 20, 2009 11:49:28 GMT -6
The Wish
Who am I? A cloud, Floating, changing, superficial. Yielding to the air around me, The wind chooses my course.
Constantly transforming from Shape to various shape. Altered with no resistance By the intrusion of an outsider.
Below, I see a tree, Majestic, strong, staring at the sun. Woven to the ground, It stands firm against the wind.
My master pushes me onward, But I hide the image of the tree. Its strength and cheerful cloak Remain where the wind cannot blow.
On lonely, quiet nights, While my master leaves me be, I take the tree's cloak upon me, And removing it again, I weep.
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Post by glen on Mar 20, 2009 19:17:15 GMT -6
So why wasn't this entered into the contest???
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Post by akitaa on Mar 22, 2009 14:11:02 GMT -6
I think I wrote it after the 19th.
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