You Again
Thought about you all night long
As I awoke I began to dream of you
In the day I forgot your face
As the sun set you were a whisper in the trees
You Again
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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