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A soft giggling of breeze stirs the trees into an awkward dance, nodding back and forth.
The leaves smell of fresh rain and that small twinge of salt water caressed on the breeze.
Dappled apples litter the small grove, protruding shyly from the lumbering grasses.
A young doe glances and cocks her head, wondering what lay wonder those carefully sculpted mountains.
All stills as a cloud passes over, blanketing the forest in a sleepy embrace.
- by Lionhearted Sam |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/04/2008 |
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- Title: Breath of the Forest
- Artist: Lionhearted Sam
- Description: The one whom calls the outdoors "wilderness" does not know what they are talking about.
- Date: 11/04/2008
- Tags: breath forest
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Bella Cullen Edward Swan - 08/04/2009
- uhh..... great words though but 2/5
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- PetitEspoir - 01/09/2009
- well maybe they think it should be rated one...Its very good btw, but seriously dont have a go at them for voting one, Or everyone will
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- Lionhearted Sam - 11/04/2008
- Guys... please vote this fairly. a few of you jokesters have rated it 1's...
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- QueenxofxSekyd - 11/04/2008
- Your imagery is really good. I could picture the contents of the poem unfolding as I read. Good job.
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