By The Water's Edge

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    By The Water's Edge

    Leading a path to the open sea;
    Sunlight or sun-break it doesn't matter to me.
    As the wind blows my hair across my neck;
    I stare into the sea;
    Wondering and thinking why the wind blows the water...
    But just not me.

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    Tony commented on By The Water's Edge

    01-30-2010

    ummmm im pretty sure u cant b blown cause ur a woman...xD...jk lol....nice poem jen :D

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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