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When I'm up so high,
I always give a sigh.
For here is a place,
Untouched by human pace.
To hear the roar of cars,
Instead the purr of stars.
To listen to neighbors mowing,
instead the rivers flowing.
To smell clean air,
A smell so rare.
To taste the cold, soft, snow flakes,
among the cool, smooth, glass lakes.
To touch such a calm,
A warmth on the palm.
To see further then a mile,
A sight to make one smile.
When I'm up so high,
I always give a sigh.
For here is a place,
Untouched by human pace.
- by Master DracoPyro |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/20/2008 |
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Comments (4 Comments)
- 0boro - 07/20/2008
- Beautiful poem. I love it. 5/5
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- fnenpnnveiornvpoeinrv - 07/20/2008
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i like it (=
5/5
the best part is the part of the lake and snow flakes - Report As Spam
- rosemidnight17 - 07/20/2008
- beautiful poem. great way of describing your love for it. 5 stars.
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