The Row
Death is toldFrom the eye of the beholder
Omnipresent
The grasp of breath
Cold and hazy
Sight becomes blurred
Goodbye
Cruel world
The Row
Death is toldPoetry 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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