in the dark

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    in the dark

    In the dark I sat,
    with my head to the ground.

    In the dark I sat,
    with tears in the prowl.

    In the dark I sat,
    with my soul buried with out a doubt.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    ilemar’s Poems (3)

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