
08-06-2009, 06:28 PM
It slinks, it slithers
It dies, it withers
It flies, it sighs
It sinks, becomes new highs.
It tumbles, it turns
It swoops, it yearns
It shines, it can zoom
It cleans, it seems to loom.
It lies, it glides
It dips, it rides
It binds, it will constrict
It touches your face, it seems to slip.
It crashes, it seeps
It runs, it leaps
It leers, it will roar
It makes you weak, it makes you soar.
It turns, it lifts
It glides, it sifts
It pulls, it fills
It comes in waves, it gives you chills.
It reels, it bends
It gives, it lends
It ties, it is quiet
It makes you wonder, you walk right by it.
It hops, it jumps
It dwells, it slumps
It wears, it shares
You can’t see it, it is the air.
(Oh yes, I did get a Seventy for this beautiful work DX)
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