Doubt from a Tree House
I climb each night this tree unseen by god.
A hope that hope in time will be enough,
a plea that leafs out far from limb and heart.
Are you, am I or any, more than a dream?
Doubt from a Tree House
I climb each night this tree unseen by god.
A hope that hope in time will be enough,
a plea that leafs out far from limb and heart.
Are you, am I or any, more than a dream?
Tinytree commented on Doubt from a Tree House
03-02-2010
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01-17-2010
Charlie23 commented on Doubt from a Tree House
12-26-2009
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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