Ocean

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Written on 10:42 AM by *madi*

O ver-looking the misty fog I witness Life.

C rabs burrowing, fish swimming, seagulls crying.

A bove the clouds, the sun shines with the brilliance of Heaven and

E very facet of my mind is alive with electricity and the

N otion that Earth is perfect just the way it is.

---Madi

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8 Comments

  1. Anonymous | November 17, 2008 at 10:54 AM

    THIS POEM IS RUBBISH AND IT SHOULD BE FLUSHED DOWN THE TOILET!!!!!!!!!

     
  2. *madi* | November 17, 2008 at 10:57 AM

    Bob are you British? Cuz I really think you are a Russian kid named Daniel thats sitting in the row in front of me...

     
  3. Anonymous | November 17, 2008 at 10:58 AM

    MABY BUT YOUR POeM IS STILL RUSSIAN RUBBISH

     
  4. *madi* | November 17, 2008 at 10:59 AM

    meh

     
  5. Anonymous | November 17, 2008 at 12:11 PM

    WHAT IS MEH?

     
  6. Anonymous | November 17, 2008 at 12:14 PM

    BUT TO BE HONEST THESE GROUP OF POEMS ARE AN INTELLECTUAL RESOURCE OF LITERATURE. THEY ARE ALL VERY BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTFUL WRITTEN, I THINK YOU SHOULD PUBLSIH POEMS FOR PUBLIC ENJOYMENT.

    YOURS TRULY,
    BOB, THE RUSSIAN WHO SITS IN THE ROW IN FRONT OF YOU

     
  7. *madi* | November 22, 2008 at 4:31 PM

    why thank you

     
  8. Paige | November 23, 2008 at 3:25 PM

    I like the detail of this poem and it gives a nice picture of the ocean in my mind.

     

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