wishfull thinking
As the soft, subtle breeze swirled the cool autum air, I think to my self you are right there. Now by my side, we are together once again. Then I realize its just the wind.
wishfull thinking
gogant commented on wishfull thinking
01-22-2010
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
let me be free. | 0 | 02/14/2009 |
wishfull thinking | 1 | 02/09/2009 |
The sad truth. | 0 | 02/06/2009 |
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