Inner Space
Inner turmoil, stretching the core,
Of what lies within and even more,
No hope for comfort, no sweet embrace,
Standing alone in solitude's space.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Floraliye’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Hidden | 0 | 08/24/2009 |
| Inner Space | 0 | 08/20/2009 |
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