Cassandra
CountingAll the
Sweet, silent and lucky
Stars.
Ascending
Now
Down from God's power and will
Reigning forever from the heavens
Above.
Cassandra
Countingrougepriest commented on Cassandra
08-28-2009
08/28/2009
A 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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