The Pillow
Her red hair
fiery flickers
around her face.
Her head leans
to one side
rests on her shoulder
soft as her tender
breaths become
my sighs
The Pillow
Her red hair
fiery flickers
around her face.
Her head leans
to one side
rests on her shoulder
soft as her tender
breaths become
my sighs
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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