4 a.m.
angels swoop unseen
wings of lead, hollow bone
lonely spirits hang
never touch
human hearts
4 a.m.
angels swoop unseen
wings of lead, hollow bone
lonely spirits hang
never touch
human hearts
04-21-2013
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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4 a.m. | 1 | 04/19/2013 |
leaving | 0 | 04/19/2013 |
crave | 2 | 04/02/2013 |
shifts of you | 0 | 04/02/2013 |
north | 0 | 04/02/2013 |
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