Gone*
you are leavin me
you are almost gone
like the night leaves
with the dawn.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
xXxNoNormalxXx’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Gone* | 0 | 04/23/2010 |
| First Love* | 0 | 04/19/2010 |
| Seeing Heaven* | 2 | 04/17/2010 |
| Breathe* | 1 | 04/14/2010 |
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