Run Away
A long long time ago.
A little girl with a small teddy bear,
Stepping into the plane with nothing to fear,
With all her might she sat down on her assigned seat,
Rushing down looking at her feet,
For what she has gun out with nothing to say,
This is her story,
She simply ran away.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Green Grass | 0 | 09/15/2009 |
| Sky Angles | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Summer Beach | 0 | 06/10/2009 |
| Bloody Tears | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Run Away | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Autumn Nature | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Invisible Feelings | 1 | 05/27/2009 |
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