Young Prosperity

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Young Prosperity

Drawing the coast line,
Slicing the sky,
Stroking the neck of a signature.
Take me out with the wind,
wishing you were here.

Carving on the most elder of trees,
Lonely light house with dancing waves,
Is there a message from the stars?
Falter the fears keeping me far.

Tall green grass, curious minds.
Dropping sand, keeping time.
Voices aging too soon.
I have never heard a more beautiful song before,
will you please sing it again and again and again.

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Chaos128 commented on Young Prosperity

06-09-2010

You've crafted an almost musical piece here. A light song of wonder, prayer and expectation all in one. Excellent work!

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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