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Author Name: Freealligator 5 Comments
Date Added: September 02, 2009 16:09:03 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The White Flower

Once upon a time,
when the wind blew
when the silence was a song
I picked up a white flower
since this very day my life did change
I felt that land and sky were under my feet
I felt myself close to the glittering stars

Once upon a time,
when the wind blew
when the silence was a song
I felt being a queen

Once upon a time,
when the wind blew
when the silence was a song
I forgot that I was upon earth
living  with Ghosts
I couldn't smell the white Flower
a bitter wind came to steal it from my existence
and left me all alone, dreaming
and wishing to own what is not for me

Once upon a time,
when the wind blew
when the silence was a song
the White Flower was but one of my fansy stories
it was a gift of nature
I will never pick up another flower
it was the first and it will be the last one

Once upon a time,
when the wind blew
when the silence was a song
I won't forget the White Flower
                                        I swear

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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on September 15, 2009 09:09:07 AM Report
You write so very beautiful I alway senjoy your heart of emotions....
Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on September 2, 2009 08:06:17 PM Report
...and wishing to own what is not for me...the white flower represents something very desirable...i feel...but not within your grasp...ooh, maybe someday...we must always make room for a dream.

loved this piece, Hanane

Comment By: FreeMichelle on September 2, 2009 07:46:05 PM Report
"When the silence was a song..." Love that line! Pure beauty in this poem of yours!
Comment By: FreeThe Bag Lady on September 2, 2009 05:01:53 PM Report
Beautifully presented...and the repetition was intriguing...Well done..

Margaret, the Baglady

Comment By: Freeb w mayer on September 2, 2009 04:45:45 PM Report
Well done. I like the format.


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