In Days like these
I feel like flyingfar, far, far
until my wings melt
to the fire of Mars.
In days like these
I feel like diving
down, down, down
until my soul touches
the beard of Poseidon.
In days like these
I feel like dying
sad, sad, sad
In Days like these
I feel like flyinggraceladymn commented on In Days like these
09-13-2009
09/15/2009
DennisScott commented on In Days like these
09-01-2009
09/01/2009
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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