Missing
Missing the one
Missing the one that is on the breeze
She floats she feels
She is gone
We miss her
She is the higher
She is the higher for she made it the higher
The higher than we
She is my
Higher my archy
Missing
Missing the one
Missing the one that is on the breeze
She floats she feels
She is gone
We miss her
She is the higher
She is the higher for she made it the higher
The higher than we
She is my
Higher my archy
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.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Missing | 0 | 07/05/2009 |
serenity! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
Confusion! | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
I miss you! | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
To My Mommy | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
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