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This poem can be read as 3 poems. It can be read as the Youth, the Land, or as both together. I hope it works out I'm uncertain if its intention can be derived, so please give me feedback. The Youth                                                   The Land I, Eleven                                                                       I, ageless A monument atop and open hill                                                                       The tide sweeps at my shores The sky swirls dark and misted                                                                       The clouds gather over me Legs wet from the ocean                                                                        Eyes open to all that takes place Heart hammering from the run                                                                        Ears listen to the sounds of millennium                                                The sky opens up A blurring multitude of drops                                                                         Again and Again torrents hit me We run                                                                         I stay put Lightning flashes                                                                         My edges crumble Thunder roars                                                                         My mountains wear We laugh                                                                         I breathe The hill is slick before us                                                                         My back becomes wet The ocean, the sea surround us                                                                         My wild places tamed We sing                                                                         I listen The road fills with water                                                                         My faces covered in emotions The cars honk their horns                                                                         My places lived in We jump                                                                         I catch The plunge down into dark waters                                                                         My many inside me, sheltered The resurfacing into the maelstrom                                                                         My love an outward reflection of theirs We swim                                                                         I sink The tide pulls hard                                                                         My body succumbs to the ocean, to man The storm slows its pace                                                                         My love still grows stronger We climb                                                                         I support                                               The clouds clear away The pavement steams, drying                                                                          My skies change; my many grow We live                                                                          I live.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
The Youthful Land
This poem can be read as 3 poems. It can be read as the Youth, the Land, or as both together. I hope it works out I'm uncertain if its intention can be derived, so please give me feedback. The Youth                                                   The Land I, Eleven                                                                       I, ageless A monument atop and open hill                                                                       The tide sweeps at my shores The sky swirls dark and misted                                                                       The clouds gather over me Legs wet from the ocean                                                                        Eyes open to all that takes place Heart hammering from the run                                                                        Ears listen to the sounds of millennium                                                The sky opens up A blurring multitude of drops                                                                         Again and Again torrents hit me We run                                                                         I stay put Lightning flashes                                                                         My edges crumble Thunder roars                                                                         My mountains wear We laugh                                                                         I breathe The hill is slick before us                                                                         My back becomes wet The ocean, the sea surround us                                                                         My wild places tamed We sing                                                                         I listen The road fills with water                                                                         My faces covered in emotions The cars honk their horns                                                                         My places lived in We jump                                                                         I catch The plunge down into dark waters                                                                         My many inside me, sheltered The resurfacing into the maelstrom                                                                         My love an outward reflection of theirs We swim                                                                         I sink The tide pulls hard                                                                         My body succumbs to the ocean, to man The storm slows its pace                                                                         My love still grows stronger We climb                                                                         I support                                               The clouds clear away The pavement steams, drying                                                                          My skies change; my many grow We live                                                                          I live.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
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