Breathe
darkness swirlsrain patters
snow flutters
humans breathe
the world goes round
but yet I feel
as if the darkness does swirl
the rain does patter
the snow does flutter
but this human
can not breathe
Breathe
darkness swirlsA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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