Amy Stuart

Rookie (3/11/92 / Western Pennsylvania)

On The Wind - Poem by Amy Stuart

Through the leaves,
And on the air.
I hear your name,
Come through my hair.
On the wind.

I hear your words,
Through sparrows' chirps.
Without my knowing,
My heart you usurp.
On the wind.

No time to tell,
No time to talk.
We both are busy,
And on the clock.
On the wind.

But here we are,
At the old cherry tree.
And to never leave,
Will be our final plea.
On the wind.

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Comments about On The Wind by Amy Stuart

  • (4/15/2008 9:18:00 AM)

    very very nice. Really good stuff, and you are pretty young too. I like how the on the wind theme, speaks of freedom (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 1, 2008

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