Sunday, May 31, 2009

The Talking Wind Comments

Rating: 5.0

I come through the trees, i blow through windows
hurry past hurdles, mountains, the highs and the lows
you feel me sting during the monsoon rains
i'm wild and free, can't keep me in chains
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Sneha Murali
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Marieta Maglas 31 May 2009

I carry people's secrets, their words, their songs i carry things to the place where it belongs beautiful, just beautiful.10++

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Mellifluous sweet words flying, floating, whistling everywhere.10.

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