Breath
It comes to us in love
Its gone from us in hate
When it goes we’ll never know
But that day is your final date
Could this be my last one?
On that day May 2nd
It all was given to me
But I’ve been told June 5th
This gift will no longer be
Could this be my last one?
knight4696 commented on Breath
02-28-2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Freedom of Death | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| We Can't Quit | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| A Mothers Loss | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| One Way Road | 1 | 02/10/2010 |
| Breath | 1 | 01/25/2010 |
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