Love
Forgetting Death,
The Fallen Father.
From the Heart,
I Found Him.
Forgetting Life,
Familiarly Cold,
Fantasying the End,
Finding thoughts,
Only for Him,
Only for Him!
Love
Forgetting Death,
The Fallen Father.
From the Heart,
I Found Him.
Forgetting Life,
Familiarly Cold,
Fantasying the End,
Finding thoughts,
Only for Him,
Only for Him!
StandingBear commented on Love
05-20-2012
05/22/2012
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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