Universe
Universe
I wonder that in the Universe,
I know, brown dust
Has a story to tell.12-09-2010
12/10/2010
12-09-2010
12/09/2010
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.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Reaper | 0 | 03/25/2011 |
Meanders | 1 | 12/10/2010 |
Universe | 2 | 12/09/2010 |
Will | 6 | 10/22/2010 |
The Pillow | 4 | 07/27/2010 |
Coffee | 8 | 02/10/2010 |
Misery | 10 | 02/05/2010 |
Without Surprise | 5 | 01/25/2010 |
Cat Tracks | 7 | 12/29/2009 |
Childrens Power | 8 | 12/20/2009 |
Basket | 19 | 07/19/2009 |
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