*This piece is also a spoken electronic music piece under the "Video" section of the site.*
The chill of winters dawn, The waiting of the wind, The majesty of stars, That beckon all our kin. The power of the seas, Their wake that never sleeps. The dreams amidst the clouds, Which cause them all to weep. Their tears promise prosperity, To all who they can reach. Like words of life spoken softly, Inwardly to teach. So fertile are the young, Whose heads sway with the strife. And wise are the ancient, Whose lips christen with life. The beauty of this world, Hidden beneath our minds eye, The intensity of Nature, Who lives to never die.
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PoetryI enjoy creative writing as well as dabbling in poetry. Arhives
March 2014
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