Wednesday, September 23, 2009

The Wind

A soft wish carries me into my thoughts. People running to get away. But not me I stay. it starts to rain I can hear the lighte drop of it starting to sprinkle all over the ground like it is big smooth choclate cake. But the wind is still there while I wait. But what am I waiting for? Something, something inportant. but what? But then as I start to walk away I see someone els im not alone or am I...
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  1. MaggieSeptember 24, 2009 at 8:18 PM

    Golden line: A soft wish carries me into my thoughts.

    Play around with your line breaks! I think you might find that the poem feels different, depending on how you break it.

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