Speculation
YesSometimes I Lay there
In complete stillness, I snatch no more air
Pondering the wonder-feeling of
being dead, yet aware
Speculation
YesChaos128 commented on Speculation
10-09-2010
10/13/2010
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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