What it is

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  • Lost Love

    What it is


    What it is i do not know
    Midst the confusion, the pain, the sorrow
    I can not grow
    To see a better tomorrow
    What it is, is the now that I hold onto
    The today, the right here, the pressure of this instant
    Is it me? Is it you?
    So resistant
    What it is I can not see
    The clouds are in the way
    I try to forsee
    Perhaps a better day
    What it is I can not let go of
    For it is that very what, that makes me hold onto at all cost
    For the what is the love
    That I would be lost
    Without

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Prize72’s Poems (16)

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