Send This Out Poem by Fate McFate

I yell from high the hill top
in search for the winds' messanger
my heart has a feeling
my feelings have a cry
my cry; i pour out to the wind.

To destination destined
where the love is
for i only feel the coruscant of a love
the food of the soul
pocking the heart with a feeling.

Oh! Winds' messanger, hear out
and move about, east, west, south, north,
i yearn for a love-true love of heart
hence pour out as rain
spread as a plaque
sweep the land as floods, on your search
overflow the wild oceans, on your search
vaporate to the atmosphere, on your search
and find me love-true love of heart.