Reality is such a coward
Music drifting in the airReality pooling about my feet
Slinking off in a torpid mass
Wishing to be something else
Crying and withering
Folding in upon itself
Reality is such a coward
Music drifting in the airPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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