• Devotion


    The tall trees are striking, with their thick trunks, so clear, on this summer night. Colder crisp air blows through them. making sure the season's right. Sweet summer night I bid you goobye, the piercing honesty that can never lie.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Perkwas’s Poems (22)

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    Range Comrad 0
    Hail The Game 0
    Whiley 0
    Cavehand 0
    Ville 0
    Frail Tyme 0
    The Sweet Air 1
    Claim On Hold 0
    The Long Pond 0
    Constant Universe 0
    LedMont 0
    Act Clear 0
    Drawtag 0
    Twist Fig 0
    Baithelm 0
    Braisse' 0
    WallGown 0
    Louse 0
    On the Deedot 0
    Liltleer 0
    StarOvey 1
    Flatroom 1