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Monday, February 7, 2011

The Sky

I look to the sky for help
Your face appears, but your not here
Still I see you softly engraved in the clouds
I reach out to touch
Wind blows softly
Accepting my cry for help
A cold kiss to my skin
The wind cries my silent scream.
Blowing harder your face drifts with the breeze
Still I look to the sky for help
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4 comments:

  1. Yellow-J-PandaFebruary 8, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    This was written so beautifully. I really love it. The emotion and connections really show. I can relate to this except clouds freak me out. :P

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  2. DaionFebruary 9, 2011 at 7:48 PM

    Did you write this? I love it, it speaks so softly, yet its beautiful!!
    GOODDD JOBBB! :D

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  3. kilgoretroutFebruary 10, 2011 at 8:44 AM

    I enjoyed reading the journal entry and then reading the poem. I think you did a good job of selecting the best words to create a sharp image in the poem that conveys the cold emptiness of loss.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 10, 2011 at 2:49 PM

    this is soo pretty(: i loved it!
    good job best bud

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