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There is an old wind,
Sliding down these empty streets
Sifting through the ageing stones
Lose from years of unnoticed wear
Creaking in then the playful gusts
Seeking its way inside 
My heart is just a welcome mat 
Locked with the closet waiting for a sunny day 
Where it's just a useless sign of hospitality
Posted: 2006-03-01 22:49:30 UTC
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2006-03-02 05:49:12lost the lonely dead
this reminds me of a person's body...ok maybe i am insane but the "old wind sliding down empty streets" reminds me of breathing and 'ageing stones' reminds me of bones, the unnoticed wear i dunno but im sure it fits, and 'playful gusts' like laughter or something else, your heart locked in the closet of your ribcage i know it may be way off and all but to be honest i didnt even think about it thats what i saw, i have mixed feelings about this one

2006-04-24 16:55:04~*PuRely*DeVine*~
wow lost i love the way you thought of this poem...i think that had she/he been going for that it would make a really good poem about ageing..i loved it regardless but nice anology lost