Home
I love to be home,
Where it's quiet and peaceful.
Where my skills become honed
And I learn right from wrong
Where I can speak freely
And go where I want
Home is the place
Where I can be myself
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
Crystal14’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Silent of the Night | 0 | 09/16/2010 |
| Fall 2 | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 1 | 04/27/2010 |
| Fall | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Lost Love | 2 | 04/27/2010 |
| Home | 0 | 04/27/2010 |
| My Secret Love | 2 | 04/22/2010 |
| Beautiful Ocean | 2 | 04/21/2010 |
| Have You Ever Thought | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Ignored Gift | 0 | 04/21/2010 |
| Night | 0 | 04/20/2010 |
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