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to the wind and rain, to shed my ashes, where there is no pain!. Just take me on a flowing cloud and let your wind sing my name out loud!. Take my soul to friends long gone, for I know they are singing Annies song!. They wait for me, I hear them call and we need to feel what we had before!. This is not sad or contemplating I just want to be there for my heart is breaking!.Www@QuestionHome@Com Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: im sure the'll hear it,its beautifulWww@QuestionHome@Com i think you have really done a good job !. just one thing i would like to suggest is that always be optimistic and i am sure you can do much more better than even this!. THANKYOUWww@QuestionHome@Com It was ok till it got to 'Annie's song'!. That John Denver c!.r!.a!.p AAAAAAAAAAARGHWww@QuestionHome@Com Absolutely great!Www@QuestionHome@Com I hope you're gonna become a poet someday! =]Www@QuestionHome@Com I thought this was beautiful!Www@QuestionHome@Com I think thats really good!!!Www@QuestionHome@Com these people with ther poems!. hhahahahaahhaWww@QuestionHome@Com It is really very touching and niceWww@QuestionHome@Com love it so profound!.Www@QuestionHome@Com "Hi!" Very creative, Well done! : )Www@QuestionHome@Com Awwwwww!.!.!.!.!.sweet, so cute!.!.Love it! Fright!Www@QuestionHome@Com No, I don't like it!. Absolutely rubbish!Www@QuestionHome@Com How do you think it compares to this one!?: I can write the saddest poem of all tonight!. Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance!." The night wind whirls in the sky and sings!. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight!. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too!. On nights like this, I held her in my arms!. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky!. She loved me, sometimes I loved her!. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes!? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight!. To think I don't have her!. To feel that I've lost her!. To hear the immense night, more immense without her!. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass!. What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her!. The night is full of stars and she is not with me!. That's all!. Far away, someone sings!. Far away!. My soul is lost without her!. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her!. My heart searches for her and she is not with me!. The same night that whitens the same trees!. We, we who were, we are the same no longer!. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her!. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear!. Someone else's!. She will be someone else's!. As she once belonged to my kisses!. Her voice, her light body!. Her infinite eyes!. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her!. Love is so short and oblivion so long!. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her!. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her!. -- Pablo NerudaWww@QuestionHome@Com |