Mother Nature

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    Mother Nature

    As unique as our fingerprint from up above the tiny snowflake that lands on my face brings a cold tear that streams from my cheek. How unique mother nature is to bring us something so delicate and so easy it disapears as the warm heat from my body melts it away.I see now that mother nature tells me something as the cold wind i breathe out of my mouth is like a cloud in the sky. I wonder if that will look like the last breath i will sie as my soul leaves my body. I look at my heavy stone hands as the red tears from my body seep out, I have no meaning like mother nature intended the snowflake that melted on my cheek. My lips feel as though the earth has somehow made them apart of the dark cracked cement.My heart feels as though it was impaled by an avalanche, I feel it beating like thunder cracking the earth.My body is torn like mother nature has intended it to be apart of her makings, numb and not ever wondering what she plans for me.I can feel my mind pulsate as the red tears seep from my scull she is ready for me to be apart of something important in her planning. My eyes are no longer striving to wonder where i am, only darkness is with me now and i am forever left with her.

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    Weatherstone commented on Mother Nature

    12-17-2008

    Very expressive and great use of picture words to communicate feelings and ideas.

    juice commented on Mother Nature

    12-14-2008

    pretty deep, I felt plenty of sadness in it.

    Kleva commented on Mother Nature

    12-05-2008

    Diggin that one! You have a wonderful method of expression...

    Vincent commented on Mother Nature

    12-03-2008

    Insightful, interesting writting, good job

    Phoenix9 commented on Mother Nature

    12-02-2008

    very good, like it alot

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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