Unmasked
I stand before your throne,
All defenses dropped.
Just me,
A face no one else sees.
All defenses dropped.
Just me,
A face no one else sees.
Unmasked
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
How Do You Thank A Soldier | 1 | 02/17/2009 |
Unmasked | 1 | 02/16/2009 |
Working | 1 | 02/15/2009 |
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