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Dust in the Wind
Contributed by
deusdeira
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Thursday, 6th October 2011 @ 04:13:13 AM in AEST
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A whisper blows between the trees,
a sound you cannot hear,
it holds within its gentle breeze,
a love within a fear,
a fear that once the wind is gone,
the leaves will turn to grey,
and when the color fades to black,
no breath of love will stay,
So rest with me upon this branch,
and sit here without time,
for even when the beauty fades,
my distant love will shine,
and when my hidden heart returns,
to cold and blackened husk,
I'll look into your eyes and then...
my heart... will turn to dust,
so drift with me in bitter wind,
this dust shall fly once more,
and never land... my forlorn love,
upon time's empty shore.
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deusdeira
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2011-10-06 04:13:13]
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by RussellReinhardt on
Thursday, 6th October 2011 @ 06:59:49 AM AEST
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2 words. Eternal love.
Beautiful
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by emystar on
Thursday, 6th October 2011 @ 11:34:44 AM AEST
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Great writing, my friend.
huggs,
emy |
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by aliopterix on
Thursday, 6th October 2011 @ 10:57:45 PM AEST
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Extremely evocative write. Beautiful to read.
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by Balto on
Friday, 7th October 2011 @ 04:43:51 AM AEST
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Love the ending. Forlorn love. Truly sublime. Inspirational...
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by xanvier on
Monday, 10th October 2011 @ 10:59:00 AM AEST
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| it's hard to explain when you love someone rather than to hurt someone, love is simply beautiful and cherishable, we fear Love because we are afraid of losing faith to someone and we might lose this wonderful feelings that we encounter during Love, Love is simply tragic and cathastropic when we lose hope to Love, nice and beautiful poetry.... |
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by FlintHunter on
Thursday, 13th October 2011 @ 05:53:15 PM AEST
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Whew! 'Dust in the Wind is a gigantic poem -- I think I don't really understand it in the way you meant -- even though I read it about 3 times; I'm not always so quick to 'get' stuff. Anyway I LOVE these lines:
So rest with me upon this branch,
and sit here without time,
To me they are the most serene -- and I guess I took 'em literally; I couldn't help but thinking 'you' were a bird of some sort -- ethereal? but anyhow like a REAL bird, what? Regardless of my own inabilities, I am always enthralled by the elusive quality of poetry that I like. I like it when I don't understand it: it sometimes takes me YEARS -- but it's like a challenge -- all along the way: beautiful. A Challenge this. An icon. |
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by chacha on
Tuesday, 18th October 2011 @ 01:56:03 PM AEST
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Great Poem, Great Feeling. My kind of style.
Thank You for your kind words regarding "SARAH".
On a much lighter note, see my latest;
Night Before Christmas Two
Thanks Again |
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Re: Dust in the Wind
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by xHeathenx on
Monday, 24th October 2011 @ 06:42:06 PM AEST
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Wow, amazing. with a title such as this so often known, so often stated and related to a song, it's amazing that one could be so blown away by that simple title with such an expressive piece.
I simply find it to be a beautiful work. I almost can picture the trees being the hairs of a person turning from green(natural color) changing into an elderly grey and falling out into the dust you mention, and then black being the space confined within a coffin, and the love will last eternally after that. It's likely a stretch based on words, but I like it. |
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