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The sky betrayed an aura of foreboding Not that I expected anything to happen And perhaps it was just the impending storm But the air itself seemed to dance As every molecule vibrated visibly And meticulusly Towards some unseen end And to be sure It wasnt just the storm But the sand upon the shore Galloped away from the whisking waves To a percieved safety Flawed though it may be That is what they percieved Those lonely grains of sand And that shrouded musky air Fleeing from winter's lips Revealing teeth, but in the bare If not but for the few Grains of sand and dancing air Whom escaped winters grasp Would this tale be told And dark winter, upon its lips Wears a dream of spring Out of the cold
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Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
Winter Wears Upon Its Lips A Dream Of Spring
The sky betrayed an aura of foreboding Not that I expected anything to happen And perhaps it was just the impending storm But the air itself seemed to dance As every molecule vibrated visibly And meticulusly Towards some unseen end And to be sure It wasnt just the storm But the sand upon the shore Galloped away from the whisking waves To a percieved safety Flawed though it may be That is what they percieved Those lonely grains of sand And that shrouded musky air Fleeing from winter's lips Revealing teeth, but in the bare If not but for the few Grains of sand and dancing air Whom escaped winters grasp Would this tale be told And dark winter, upon its lips Wears a dream of spring Out of the cold
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brass-knuckles-mike
37/M/American
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
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