Smile
A smile like the Sun
A comfort
It was as if it it was never done
A comfort
It was as if it it was never done
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Day by Day | 0 | 06/24/2009 |
Great... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
I Will Miss Him... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Who Is She? | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
I Can't Believe It | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Coming | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
The Loss | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Her, My Friend | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Joy | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Dark to Light | 1 | 05/09/2009 |
Smile | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
My Old Friend and A book | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
I Just.... | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Something to Say | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
I Have To | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
It's Hard | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Breaking the Silence | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
Know or not Know | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
The Tootsie Roll man | 0 | 05/09/2009 |
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