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by Beautiful Chaos Apr 8, 2009 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Never really knew Why the wind blew Just that I liked the sound it made Whistling through my window pane A warm summer day Cold winter night Rainy spring morning Wind can be found anywhere and everywhere Wondered about rain How it decided where to fall What to wash away Who to cleanse People kept saying The rains were God's tears Figured they had to be wrong When it stopped raining Stars were always fascinating So dreamy and alluring Like the call of love To a tender heart Who decided where to put them What they would mean Were they meant for dreamers Tainted wishes Tell me why I marvel at the wind, rain and stars But not at myself Have I lost my wonder?
by Sylvia
This is a wonder in itself. You write about things I often wonder myself. Well done.
by Deana
Jenn, this is really beautiful the imagery was excellent. I like the way you speak about nature, and the wondering ...it gave the poem a melancholy feeling. Loved it.
