The whistling willows in the wind
The beautiful breeze by the bay
They remind me of my strive,
my strive to live and die
The croaking crickets under the crescent moon,
the luminous moon reflecting on the lake
they keep me inspired
they motivate my soul
Beyond the Basin beside the bay,
there lies my home and sacred place
It hides my wonders
it comforts my broken soul
years long past
moving by fast
yet still i yearn
that i live in the moment
and not in the past
Author notes
i wrote this during math class...
Written February 10th, 2006
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agian, i relate to this so much! i love how you just get your thoughts down on paper and make them fly! very good for writing this during math, did stover catch you, she has like a sixth sense or something. wow i am really getting off topic. well i shall read all of your poetry eventually. dont worry, i promise!
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I love your poetry! This poem the best because it is just your thoughts on paper!!
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