Hold
Together we hold
The sunlights rays in our arms
Our love a ray of divine
The sunlights rays in our arms
Our love a ray of divine
Hold
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Untitled | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
Last Moment | 2 | 05/08/2009 |
Hold | 0 | 05/08/2009 |
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Loudness | 0 | 05/08/2009 |
Poetry | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
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