It Was Love...
It was beautiful Love at first beautiful sight,
until it was quenched with the waters
of a most hesitant fright.
until it was quenched with the waters
of a most hesitant fright.
It Was Love...
Kelseybelle commented on It Was Love...
04-27-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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