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Strong winds coming to a rest.
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Sunday, 6th April 2008 @ 01:47:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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She is a valley fall coming into spring, a white sky standing before the rain, she is a tired love—a desirer of unfulfilled sky—she is a stranded star, a barren, august field reaching the heights of new color.
She is strong wind coming to a rest, a spider’s tattered web spinning in a storm—she is the dry desert sun drinking the tears of heaven—and she is passed from here, a spring song stolen by the sands of time.
She is a still thought, a memory to fight my fears, she is an early night’s sleep.
What I am without her is what I have always been, and she is stronger than the words as she has always been, and we are less because of it.
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iodinelove
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2008-04-06 13:47:04] (Date/Time posted on
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