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Rushing wind pushes her down She skins her knee alone She looks to the crying sky She silently soulfully moans What does she look like? What does she see? What does the wind whisper in her shell like air? Will someone rescue her from her fear? Or will she be like wonder woman And rescue herself And the rest of the world? God watches it all and blows out the candle Shhh

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Date: 3/28/2009 11:19:00 AM
Love the ending and the thought of God watching out for her and providing comfort. The title words well with the poem. Thank you for sharing this one with us and for taking time to comment on my poem. Keep on writing. Blessings to you. Karen
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Date: 3/28/2009 10:54:00 AM
Beutifully written, Autumn! Love the way you answer the questions posed when God "blows out the candle." I could not help but think of poet Emily Dickinson when reading the plight of this woman. She, too, felt alone and "soulfully moaned" in her haunting poems.
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