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Pluit (it is raining)
Contributed by
burdened
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Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 01:49:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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A small flower kneeling down to prayer,
The wind whispers the plea through the earth's hair.
The morning dew falls from the petals there;
There where flowers cry likes widows so rare.
A storm shall come for the clouds speak of it,
Echoing voices that scream of pluit.
Tears shroud the earth amd the flowers feel bit,
And torn for a crime they did not commit.
Old, wooden, taunting life havers above,
Protecting the precious prayer they love.
Guiding the wish of the flowers, the shove,
Gust and bust, as they must, to the white dove.
A bird so pure would take to the request,
Would never sail her mother in this quest.
The rain will stop soon for the flower's rest,
And the flowers will watch their wish at best.
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2004-05-31 13:49:52] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Pluit (it is raining)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Colleen on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 02:02:28 PM AEST (User
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That was a really great poem! I hope you get an A! |
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Re: Pluit (it is raining)
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 02:46:23 PM AEST (User
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This absolutely beautiful, I like the use of the french word for rain, cleverly done. |
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