Sunday, August 31, 2008


Free and willing,
Wind in her peddles,
Rising and falling.
The rose is calling,
'Come to me,
Smell my scent.'
See the birds,
Like Heaven sent,
They go to the well.
The rose,
She calls,
'My necter is filling,
My color is toneing,
My spirit is strong.
Please come
And hear my song.
Melanie Weeks
Marisa Eutsler 18 June 2014
this is amzing! love this poem
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Hope Wallin 01 February 2009
A very pretty poem, I can just picture the whole image in my head so perfectly. Great job. :)
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Ency Bearis 31 August 2008
a very nice flow of verses...good write and great... Ency Bearis
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Cordell Rich 31 August 2008
Melanie, I really liked this. I enjoy how it moved along and the images that came to mind as I read it. I gave it a 10 and I wouldnt do it unless I though it was worth it. Much of the time I really dont get it when it comes to poetry, but this is beautiful. Have a look at one of mine if you get a chance.
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