A QUOTE
I screamed aloud in a faint cry as I lay stationary and weak
in absence of a continuous
awakening...
A QUOTE
I screamed aloud in a faint cry as I lay stationary and weak
in absence of a continuous
awakening...
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
My Blood Shed | 1 | 12/10/2010 |
MY PAIN | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
BLINK OF AN EYE | 1 | 12/07/2010 |
A QUOTE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
THOUGHTS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
BREAKING WALLS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
TURN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
* UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
* UNTITLED * | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
PRESSURE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
THIS | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
BROKEN | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
ETERNITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
FALLING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
FEAR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
THE MIRROR | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
IT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
MY BEAUTY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
REFLECTION | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
PAINFUL THOUGHT | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
KNOWING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
NOTHING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
AWAKENING | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
FORSAKEN INNOCENCE | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
REALITY | 0 | 12/06/2010 |
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