stars
stars
I can't look at your face
what secrets are you hiding?
You are bold
You look into my face
you seem too bright at times
I can't look at starlight unaided
and when i asked if you could cry
did the stars fall from the sky?
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
| psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
| not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
| shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
| hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
| love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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