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Heading out west, to try my luck there. Warmer weather, unbreathable air. Gonna listen to the music, and let my spirit free. Ya know... let the wind carry me. Finally get to meet, my lovely friend Epiphany. Go me, tee hee. |
Time is timeless. We think we can mark it but we just measure our own lives. While we are here measuring and being measured, it is nice to receive messages. Thanks for yours - it is not late. I hope you got to meet Epiphany. Always enjoyed her happy view. - Jim| Posted on 2015-07-31 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] | WOW! that is a wonderful poem! Simple, yet has a beautiful tune and rhyme! but I would also try to keep a set amount of syllables per rhyming line, but other than that, it almost made me feel like i was actually there! By the way, DEFINATELY, I think, ORIGINAL! | | Posted on 2008-12-06 00:00:00 | by Plegias | [ Reply to This ] | You make me want to go to although I am already out west (Arizona). I really like the "luck there" unbreathable air" lines. The lightness of mood is refreshing. | | Posted on 2008-12-06 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] | |