Silent Night
Let the evening of my demise
Be a ghastly moment to those curious
In the evening of my departure
When my heart can’t hold it anymore
And I hope to die for a principle
Or the better that I have lived of it
For I shall die before my time
Because I feel the shadow’s depth
I have accomplished my deed
And have come to grin
With the possibility of dropping
The last tear from my eyes
No doubts on the positive
Minds I left behind
I hope to rest in
A peaceful passage
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The masochistic treat of Niger | 0 | 12/15/2011 |
| Grimmer of Life | 0 | 12/13/2011 |
| Life | 2 | 07/31/2009 |
| PEN | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| Storm's Over | 2 | 07/29/2009 |
| Tears | 1 | 07/27/2009 |
| Native | 5 | 08/12/2009 |
| Kite | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| Lost in desert | 3 | 07/23/2009 |
| Stolen | 0 | 07/27/2009 |
| Doubts | 1 | 07/17/2009 |
| Return to me | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Silent Night | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Wicked stranger | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| Moments of silence | 2 | 06/19/2009 |
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