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Published: 2009-03-02 17:56:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 108; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 1
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Breathing. Convulsing forest; riptides of breezegrazing my cheeks and striking my thighs.
Broken fragments of leaves dance on the wind in a
tragic parody of the brave and turbulent tornado.
Beaten, trodden pathways become one as the dance
carries on, stirring the dirt.
The air carries with it an air of brief and hopeless hope.
With each step, my stomach flutters with nervousness.
It is only through hope that one knows disappointment.
My eyes follow the colors of confusion, down
toward a battlefield of carnage.
A chill passes through me.
The leaves have been soaked in red.
Be this the tender blush of autumn,
or the aftermath of conflict?
Be this the tears of summer,
or the fluids of the fortuitously deceased?
Have the seasons been at war?
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Just saw this in my favourites...
'Tis still amazing. ;o
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your words are tasty 
the only part i would change is one of the "air"'s here: "The air carries with it an air of brief and hopeless hope."
My absolute fave part: "My eyes follow the colors of confusion, down toward a battlefield of carnage."
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Thank you 
I appreciate your comments, always.
Yeah, I wasn't sure about the part with the two "air's" either, but because I used them with a couple of the different meanings that "air" can have, I thought that it still worked-- if barely xD
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ohhh okay i see.. i was looking at it more in the grammatical sense then in the artistic one... kudos on the duo meaning
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