Davila
Sleep, my friend, in your field of clovers,
Coveted by baby’s breath.
The green pasture suits you well,
I hope you have a good rest.
How does it feel for your soul to be free,
Free to wonder this plane?
How does it feel to be missed, to be loved,
To be remembered without strain?
You’ve made an impact on the lives of many,
Including me, myself, and I.
It’s time for you to slumber now,
Please go ahead and try.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Love May Travel | 1 | 09/13/2013 |
| Hopelessness | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Davila | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Fallen | 0 | 11/17/2012 |
| Sextasy | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Alone | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Results | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Cheer Up | 0 | 09/15/2010 |
| Dream Figure | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Deserted | 1 | 09/15/2010 |
| Ecstacy | 1 | 05/12/2010 |
| Open Confession | 0 | 05/12/2010 |
| Me,Myself, and I | 1 | 03/25/2010 |
| Love Conquers | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Life's Compatability | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Figure of Love | 1 | 01/28/2010 |
| Time Consumption | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Repose | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
| Nicotine Love | 3 | 01/28/2010 |
| Mistress of the Night | 4 | 01/28/2010 |
| I Become | 0 | 01/28/2010 |
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