Saved by the angels
Saved by the angels, was I
Tiny and generous
Dainty but Strong
Caring and Courageous
With wobbly legs did she move
Caressing my stiffened body,
Awakening a spiritless soul,
Lavished one with the sweetest scent
Exhausted, he yanked me
Told one to play and pray;
to rejuvenate and rejoice,
even if in tears
For those I was truly saved
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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0 | 12/13/2009 |
| It's rainy day | 1 | 12/13/2009 |
| Saved by the angels | 0 | 12/13/2009 |
| Edgwarebury Park | 2 | 06/21/2009 |
| Starlings | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Anaesthetic | 0 | 12/13/2009 |
| A Housewife's Moment of Sanity | 1 | 12/13/2009 |
| One Lucky Immigrant | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Auschwitz - Gaza | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| To an "ex-Mum" | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
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