Ennui
Time sloughed its metronome precisionAt the point where I made a decision
Held thus that single moment of time
As if it were frozen in an icy rime
Ennui
Time sloughed its metronome precision10-27-2009
06-05-2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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