Life
I'm sitting at the windowlooking into the mirror and
looking into the future and
past pulling the veil through
my life
Life
I'm sitting at the window08-11-2009
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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Life | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
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