Cycle
When I sleep I dream and when I dream I wake up, than when I wake up I fall asleep.
Cycle
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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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Winds of change | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
True Love | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
What I am | 1 | 03/15/2009 |
Tis | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
Senses | 1 | 03/15/2009 |
Torpid | 1 | 03/15/2009 |
Infatuated | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
Passion | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
Cycle | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
Icarus Dreams | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
In Time | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
Fallen | 0 | 03/15/2009 |
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