I yell from high the hill top <br />in search for the winds' messanger <br />my heart has a feeling <br />my feelings have a cry <br />my cry; i pour out to the wind. <br /> <br />To destination destined <br />where the love is <br />for i only feel the coruscant of a love <br />the food of the soul <br />pocking the heart with a feeling. <br /> <br />Oh! Winds' messanger, hear out <br />and move about, east, west, south, north, <br />i yearn for a love-true love of heart <br />hence pour out as rain <br />spread as a plaque <br />sweep the land as floods, on your search <br />overflow the wild oceans, on your search <br />vaporate to the atmosphere, on your search <br />and find me love-true love of heart.<br /><br />fate mcfate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/send-this-out/
