The wind keeps blowing, effortless as ever,
It’s hissing mournfully in gusts from time to time,
It carries whispers on its wings like feathers,
And, in the distance, doleful wails in a rhyme.
The spirits’ message, that it brings, not speaking,
And their emotions it conveys without speech,
Will bring the end to those who started seeking;
And in the end, their soul in pain will leech.
The wind keeps blowing, effortless as ever,
Excruciating cries are in the distance heard.
These cries your body from your soul shall sever,
To leave you flying in the breezes like a bird…
Whispers of the wind
© Copyright: Шуйский, 2004
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Marvellous! Tho for me rain misses here=)
thank you
Демонлилианн 01.02.2005 02:47 • Заявить о нарушении
thank you
Демонлилианн 01.02.2005 02:47 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you =)
Incredible how can people find meaning in a poem that was written when i couldn't find anything to write about =)
Шуйский 06.02.2005 03:07 Заявить о нарушении
Incredible how can people find meaning in a poem that was written when i couldn't find anything to write about =)
Шуйский 06.02.2005 03:07 Заявить о нарушении
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