hyacinth
No one ever gave me
a hyacinth
til 24 hours ago
the neighbor gave me
a hyacinth
and I have been
crying since.
hyacinth
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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