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	<title>Whisper Winds &#187; His Words</title>
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		<title>His Words: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 07 Feb 2010 22:48:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[His Words inspired writing flows he feels her breath with each word they are her words, now Artist: Lord Leighton; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>His Words</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">inspired writing flows<br />
he feels her breath with each word<br />
they are her words, now</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederic_Leighton,_1st_Baron_Leighton" target="_blank">Lord Leighton</a>; Haiku Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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		<title>His Words: Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 04:13:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[His Words He flows into her world On the surface of words His writing dances on paper In rhythm with his thoughts He feels her breath in every word As he gives life with each stroke He senses her smile and sighs She flows out of him in waves … She peers over his shoulder [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left:5px"><em><strong>His Words</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">He flows into her world<br />
On the surface of words</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">His writing dances on paper<br />
In rhythm with his thoughts</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">He feels her breath in every word<br />
As he gives life with each stroke</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">He senses her smile and sighs<br />
She flows out of him in waves</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">…</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She peers over his shoulder<br />
Trying not to make a sound</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">She has to see his thoughts<br />
As he writes them down</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">The words pull at her heart<br />
Her eyes light up with desire</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">Her hand brushes his shoulder<br />
She wants him to know …</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">…</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px">He smiles and pulls her close to him<br />
No longer his words … they are hers</p>
<p style="margin-left:5px"><em>Artist: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederic_Leighton,_1st_Baron_Leighton" target="_blank">Lord Leighton</a>; Poet: <a href="http://twitter.com/storylet" target="_blank">Mike Evans</a></em></p>
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