All I know.
The distance between us is growing,
The silence is deafeningly quiet.
I’m trying to hold on, to what remains,
But you won’t let me.
My attempts are pushed away,
With the flick of your hand.
All I’ve come to know is changing.
All I’ve come to love is disappearing.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My love is a burden. | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| All I know. | 0 | 04/02/2010 |
| Life. | 0 | 04/01/2010 |
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