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SIGNS
Contributed by
wellsmark
on
Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 05:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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SIGNS
Eyes of corn flatten,
Midday sun streaming down,
Invisibly pressed into circular pattern.
It was almost like a miracle,
Wind purred around almost lyrical.
A code from an unseen workload?
It ordained they’re waiting to be discovered.
I would spend many hours staring,
Ponder unwinding almost spellbinding.
Maybe this was a rudder in the divine helmsmen’s hand,
His way of self-expression in the exalted hours.
To blazon his greatness within natures towers.
Or was this a spacecraft that press upon us?
The more I deem the more I become aware,
How infinite is truth.
Lessons to learn as deep as the ocean,
Swept along in mysterious of motion.
Copyright ©
wellsmark
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2003-04-04 05:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: SIGNS
(User Rating: 1 ) by spooky on
Friday, 4th April 2003 @ 06:02:23 AM AEST (User
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anyhing is possible,,a friend in words,, spooky |
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