Roses and Moonlight
Thinking of home, thinking of the past.
Thinking of tomorrow seems to ever last.
When roses and moonlight dance on air.
Seems to mean nothing when you are not there.
Living inside me, standing beside me.
Pleases thee while fealling free.
Come home to me.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| So far away, Some day | 1 | 06/02/2009 |
| Roses and Moonlight | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| One and Two and Three and Four | 1 | 07/10/2009 |
| A Good Day | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Mother and Child | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| Invisable Mail Man | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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