For my Emmet
i was running trough a field searching for a light in this end less night and upon a cottage i came tho find there nothing but pain upon turning i see a bright light meant to be that bright light was you, you see
For my Emmet
i was running trough a field searching for a light in this end less night and upon a cottage i came tho find there nothing but pain upon turning i see a bright light meant to be that bright light was you, you see
WinterFrost commented on For my Emmet
06-30-2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Shattered | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
FALLING | 5 | 06/30/2009 |
What never was | 3 | 06/30/2009 |
For my Emmet | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
The Change | 1 | 06/24/2009 |
An Angel In My Eyes: For Jordan | 5 | 06/24/2009 |
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