MyselfA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerA poem.and the planet's graceful dance that I see myself. It is on the gentle hand of the wind and the willow's softly swaying branches that I hear myself. It is with the bird's daring flight and the widow's hollow cry that I feel myself. It is on the desert's sun scorched sand and the moon's failing light that I find myself.
© 2012 SheActsLikeSummerAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorSheActsLikeSummerCanadaAboutI wish there was a single moment in my life that summed up who I am. Just a short snippet of time that I could copy and paste here so I didn't have to rack my mind for something to say. But I kind of .. more..Writing
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