Waiting
many days, many years
I’ve passed!
and
many days, many years
I’ve to pass …
TO BE BORN!
Waiting
many days, many years
I’ve passed!
and
many days, many years
I’ve to pass …
TO BE BORN!
09-28-2009
09-19-2009
sonnyskies commented on Waiting
09-18-2009
lindabrito commented on Waiting
09-15-2009
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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