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Sa sest du blog qui dechire, on y trouve mes amis, mes potes, des caisses tunné qui déchirent, mais aussi mes passion comme le basket, etc. Donc vas y faire un tour et lache tes com.

This is the poetry of MaeLi. Poetry has always been an escape for me. The Day My Father wept. It was the day that life was changed. The heavens threatened with rain drops or sprinkles.

This is the second page of my poetry. All these poems are works of MaeLi Wilbur. My blog, The Loss of Me, welcomes ye! Please go check it out! Monday, March 22, 2004. I sit upon the stones alone;. The fire is burning red,. The tower is tall, the mountains dark;. All living things are dead. In western lands the sun may shine,. There flower and the tree in spring. Is opening, is blossoming;. And there the finches sing. But here I sit alone and think. I see you far away.

Saturday, August 07, 2004. Saturday, May 08, 2004. For You, who I Leave Behind. Long, long ago, I could have been. They could have never been. They have faded as the sunlight. The wind will blow me all away. Completely vanquishing all I ever had; all I ever was.