The Pillow
Her red hair
fiery flickers
around her face.
Her head leans
to one side
rests on her shoulder
soft as her tender
breaths become
my sighs
The Pillow
Her red hair
fiery flickers
around her face.
Her head leans
to one side
rests on her shoulder
soft as her tender
breaths become
my sighs
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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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