Wind & Rain
When the wind blows ever so calmly and the grass in the breeze smells ever so nicely the wind blows the trees with their leaves ever so nicely. But when the rain falls down like there is a reason for it to hit the leaves of the trees and the flowers of the petals its like drinking the rain of the heavens above.If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| When family hurts you!!!!! | 1 | 08/27/2009 |
| Cheers to a friend. | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Cry Just Cry | 3 | 08/17/2009 |
| Why do I cry | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Broken when I'm lonesome. | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| I'm just a girl | 1 | 08/17/2009 |
| Four things a girl needs. | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Life is to short | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Life | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| The sweet sounds.... | 0 | 08/17/2009 |
| Tears above Heaven | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| Wind & Rain | 0 | 08/13/2009 |
| About the meadow | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| There is no tommorow. | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Meet the wrong People: | 2 | 08/11/2009 |
| When things fall apart: | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| One step at a time : | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
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