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	<title>Whisper Winds &#187; She, the</title>
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		<title>She, The: Haiku</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 01:40:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She, The she, the breath he takes her spirit flows within him her rhythm … his love Artist: Lord Leighton; Haiku Poet: Mike Evans]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>She, The</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">she, the breath he takes<br />
her spirit flows within him<br />
her rhythm … his love</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>She, The: Poem</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2010 01:35:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Evans</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She, The She, the piano … He, the player His fingers dance across her keys She, the violin … He, the bow Her strings sing with his touch She, the clarinet … He, the player His breath flows through her as music She &#8230; his music She, the ocean … He, the beach Her waves [...]]]></description>
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<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em><strong>She, The</strong></em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the piano … He, the player<br />
His fingers dance across her keys</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the violin … He, the bow<br />
Her strings sing with his touch</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the clarinet … He, the player<br />
His breath flows through her as music</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>She &#8230; his music</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the ocean … He, the beach<br />
Her waves gently kiss his along his shores</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the lake … He, the skipping pebble<br />
Each touch of her surface, a kiss and a ripple</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the river … He, the leaf<br />
He flows along her surface</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>She &#8230; his stream</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the elm tree … He, the breeze<br />
Her leaves dance at his touch</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the whisper … He, the wind<br />
Her spirit resonates within him</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the flame … He, the air<br />
With his breath, she burns brighter</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>She … his fire</em></p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;">She, the canvas … He, the artist<br />
With a stroke, his brush brings her to life</p>
<p style="margin-left: 5px;"><em>She &#8230; the color of his dreams</em></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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