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Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 16, 2009 3:37 am
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I could be a pole with a swing
<br />you could go around as fast as you want,
<br />and the wings
<br />on which you could fly with no tether.
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<br />I could be the ship
<br />you would sail to exotic destinies,
<br />and the anchor
<br />to hold you steady during a storm.
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<br />I could be the ear
<br />that listens to your most regrettable deed,
<br />and the soul that loves you anyway.
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<br />I could be the sun
<br />to shed warmth on your burnt sienna cheeks,
<br />and the breeze
<br />that cools beads of sweat on your forehead.
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<br />I could be the earth
<br />on which you lie to rest your weary body,
<br />and the air
<br />you breathe to rejuvenate your heart.
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<br />I could be the sword
<br />to fight your battles,
<br />and the olive branch
<br />that offers peace.
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<br />I could be the lover
<br />that enraptures your lust,
<br />and the mate
<br />to console your sorrows.
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<br />I could be the stars
<br />on which you dream,
<br />and the tablet
<br />where you carve your legacy.
<br />
<br />Or I could be
<br />...imagined impossible.
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<br />...<img src="http://www.poetsquill.com/images/forums/emoticons/cool.gif" alt='8)' />
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