Days and Nights
The days are bright
The nights are dark
With the light of joy
Planets will grow
With the black of despair
Stars will cry
A life of thus
Is a life without equality
The days are bright
The nights are dark
With the light of happiness
Children will sing
With the black of pain
Homes will fall
A way to be free
A way to be captive
Days have people
Nights have animals
Humans love days
Animals love nights
Together
And separate
Forever
Until the end
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 |
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| Undefined Flower | 1 | 08/07/2010 |
| Sleepless Night | 3 | 08/05/2010 |
| Artistic Dogs | 0 | 08/02/2010 |
| Battle of Sanity | 1 | 07/14/2010 |
| Whisper In The Wind | 1 | 06/15/2010 |
| I am | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
| He Is | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
| Blue Bird | 1 | 01/25/2010 |
| Days and Nights | 0 | 01/25/2010 |
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