*feeling*

[Noodle]

Long daze off
into an abyss,
gray skyed, moist, and enveloping.
My cheeks...red from the chill,
leaves are just browning,
exhausted from the summer.
Long days growing shorter...
More time ahead is dark
( and )
heavy with mystery...
even though,
the cold bite
of a wind tossed over the Island Sound
is familiar.
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[This message has been edited by Noodle (edited 03 November 2001).]

 

[Dagny]

I know what you mean about the wind being familiar. Sometimes it seems to be telling me of a message that it has tried to speak of before, and I wonder why I didn't listen the first time. Lovely, Noodles, darling. Positively wonderful.

 

[5FACES]

that was an awesome poem, it was like the odd remebrance feeling that comes over you every time the season changes!
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before love there are
memories of innonence.
after there are none...