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He soul dances on the wind
and I lay upon the rocks.
My skin chills over,
blood turns to fire;
her eyes are the sun,
glowing pure and luminous.
Something about the way she is,
it moves me;
like the breeze between leaves
it confuses me.
So
I try to understand-
as if it were the most secluded nature,
never seen before nor understood entirely-
what it is in her dance
that makes my rocks,
my lovely home upon the rocks,
seem so useless.
So feeble an attempt at happiness.
I could never be happy here.
No, not like she.
Her soul is dancing on the wind,
and it is laughing at me!
- by Snoninja12 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/24/2012 |
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- Title: Dances on the Wind
- Artist: Snoninja12
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Description:
I was feeling oddly inspired the other day and proceeded to scribble this down on a sheet of paper while riding the bus on my way home from school. My life's in an interesting transition period I suppose...
Tell me what you think it means and what you think about it in the comments, or even in a PM if you would prefer. - Date: 03/24/2012
- Tags: dances wind transition soul rocks
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