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 Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:17 pm
Needles spray across
Rain soaked cheeks feverishly
Bitten freezing cold
With tears falling hard
Rain mixed with sharp pine needles
A sorrow fills me
Dance together free
a mixture of pine and rain
sweep across the streets
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:46 am
Rain and wind bluster.
Strong scents weave through the forest.
The proud pine stands tall.
Remember this smell.
As the heavens open up.
Rain meeting the pine.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 2:19 am
I'm not familiar
with pine and drops here do not
pelt like they do there.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 2:29 am
I'm not familiar
with pine. And, the rain I know
well pelts, unlike here.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 2:33 am
dancing in the rain
feet flying on wet pavement
freer than the birds
xxx
connected to earth
wild pine and absolute peace
treehugger, they say
xxx
prickling on skin
fresh clean scent and sticky sap
merry christmas, dear.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 2:49 am
Pine is new to me.
So is the rain here. Still, they've
warmly welcomed me.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 4:52 pm
The sound of the rain
Lulls, sight of pines relaxes,
But the smell is... bright.
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