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                I always feel free when I'm walking alone
  through the whispering forest, but...
  I never really feel alone because I always feel God's presence there, and...
  my spirit soars as if all of me is flying.  
                
                    posted by
                    TAPS.
                     on June 3, 2010 at 7:36 PM
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                    Sinome
                
                'Tempus fugit' poetically well presented luv
  
                
                    posted by
                    WileyJohn
                     on June 3, 2010 at 8:39 AM
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                    Beautiful poem, dear
                
                perhaps sometimes we need to feel and grieve and allow ourselves to finally heal xoxoxoxox  
                
                    posted by
                    lionreign
                     on June 3, 2010 at 7:10 AM
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                    Ah, yes!
                
                A pleasant reverie.
  A pleasant reverie, indeed!    

  Carl Peter  
                
                    posted by
                    cpklapper
                     on June 3, 2010 at 3:27 AM
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                    Sinome
                
                Z In this crisp poem the mood of refreshment changes into lament and mellow melancholy. It works for me love. BC-A, Bill’s RJLst
  
                
                    posted by
                    BC-A
                     on June 3, 2010 at 2:57 AM
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                                                Flying
                
                Lovely poem Simone, I suppose one has to imagine flight into the blue sky
  
                
                    posted by
                    C_C_T
                     on June 2, 2010 at 11:57 PM
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                    Sinome
                
                Oh what joy to fly at will. However, those who love us and we love would not want us to fly because we may never want to stop. Give the memories you want to dissolve to God, he has a way of disintegrating them. Blessings and love to you dear lady.  
                
                    posted by
                    Justi
                     on June 2, 2010 at 10:07 PM
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                yes it sure is for me anyway
  
                
                    posted by
                    Lanetay
                     on June 2, 2010 at 9:33 PM
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                I have found myself wishing for the same as well.  
                
                    posted by
                    FormerStudentIntern
                     on June 2, 2010 at 8:57 PM
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                Sinome, we can neither hide from our feelings, nor hide our feelings from ourselves for long, such phantom monsters;  yet they are only feelings.  Not blood and guts entities that might kill if provoked.  Nice poem!  
                
                    posted by
                    dsm_tchr
                     on June 2, 2010 at 8:50 PM
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                    I was just saying to Wiley today that the creatures that fly are 
                
                especially blessed. Delightful darling.  
                
                    posted by
                    Kabu
                     on June 2, 2010 at 8:44 PM
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                Beautiful poem - Sometimes I wish for time to fly and other times I wish it would slow down:) Thanks for stopping by.
  
                
                    posted by
                    shobana
                     on June 2, 2010 at 7:59 PM
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