The SkyThe azure blue sky gazed downward like a friendly, warm and loving handThe Sky
"Would you like to play?"
"Oh, but I can't" "It's all right, all your friends are here" "Well, when can I meet them?"
Slowly, passionately, the sky caressed him, lifting him to the heavens smoothly melting away all his features into mist
"You've come a long way" "But what am I doing here?" "Giving" &
The PictureLook at a picture, for it tells a tale We laugh, we cry seldom knowing why Yet this snapshot seems to be shrouded in mysteryThe Picture
Look at a picture, for it sings a song of life, and love wisdom from above Yet others cannot see what this tune meant to me
Look at this picture, for it shows a pretty face soft, unspoken leaving hearts broken This face that was once mine haunts me for all time
Whistling WindsWhistling winds hold me in their caress eulogy of song for Hyacinthus killed by his only friendWhistling Winds
Like the Earth, I am worn away torn through the eons Like the snow, I melt with each day's warmth Like the lemming, I hurl myself to death
Listen to the wind It knows my name and plays my game
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"Well, I wake up in the morning
Fold my hands and pray for rain
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane...
They say sing while you slave and I just get bored"
-Bob Dylan, "Maggie's Farm"
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Alex Moor
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I like to welcome new members because i was new to this community once, i will try to help you as much as i can, so dont hesitate to ask any question
I'm looking forward to see your newest deviations.
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