Whispering Arms

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    Whispering Arms

    An elm, an oak seek the same of wind to gain and rain to soak. The wind, a gale, they hope to plant their seeds of life a long ago.
    In these seeds are roots from long before portraying character we seek to know. For their strength which endeavors forth a firm root for ever more. Having endured laborious winds their branches rise as firm friends. Friends of depth, friends of shade, branches of life have been made. Through the wind and now the rain, a bleeding soul is now sustained. The precipitous moisture rolls down their veins the earth again has more than gained. A friend for life, yet somewhat tamed but not to allow temper and disdain. These qualities are contained for their life in hope to retain and glorify character and abstain. These trees are life and with their remains have grown with qualities different but same.

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    ccslim commented on Whispering Arms

    02-07-2009

    Insinuating poem to those that can see within! Nice job!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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