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A Life I Could Grow To Love
by Wayne TateLife, as if in a dream
Due east, above boreal trees
Sailing cerulean skies
Drifting through dawn and through eve
Let wind direct my travels
And this heart direct my plans
Not hardened by life’s troubles
But free on a paper fan
10/02/2010
Author's Note: A prompt that I wrote last year and thought I would share.
Mood: Happy; 5 Words: dream, trees, dawn, wind, fan
Posted on 07/15/2011
Copyright © 2024 Wayne Tate
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Timothy Wilson on 07/15/11 at 04:47 PM Awesome and powerful poem! Brilliant work man shouldn't have waited a year to share the prompt. I loved it. Going straight to my favorites. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/28/11 at 03:25 AM Adoration, pure and simple. Brilliant are the words that form your image. |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 09/13/11 at 05:39 PM How did I miss this one. Very elegant. |
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