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[title] => Waves in the Undertoe
[time] => 2005-08-11 19:08:42
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[bodytext] => She stares out the window into a starless sky, She can hear the wind blow-it makes her shiver inside. So many questions on her mind,She only lets out a sigh. As she lowers her head upon her hands,she begins to cry. She wonders why does love have to be so hard to do? She wonders who ever invented love anyway,must have been a fool! She wonders if gods angels cry? Walking into the night she is smotherd in the darkness and amazed at how deafning silence can be. Occasional light given off by the beacon on top of the lighthouse,She flips through the pages of the her life. Memories long forgotten with time. Anyone looking can see she grew up in a house full of love,3 older brothers to guide her along, abandoned her in her time of need when little sisters really need their big brothers,but they do not see. Everything looks as it is supposed to in a 4 by 6. She stands at the edge of the cliff,memories blowing away with the wind. She can hear the waves crash below,playing a game of tug-o-war with her heart. No one around her as she takes another step,heart racing loudly over the waves. She lifts her arms out to each side and looks up to the sky. A single shooting star passes by through the darkness,she takes a step back. As she sits and pulls her kness up to her chest,rocking back and forth lulled by the waves below, she lets out a sigh. She wonders if god's angels cry too? [comments] => 4 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 48 [informant] => BtrFlyDrms [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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