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One deep breath at a time
I take one more, just to taste the sun
Shining down through the trees
Laughter bubbles from memory long forgotten
And I smile as this breath, my last, fades
unnamed 3
One deep breath at a time
I take one more, just to taste the sun
Shining down through the trees
Laughter bubbles from memory long forgotten
And I smile as this breath, my last, fades
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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unnamed 3 | 0 | 12/26/2009 |
Perfect night | 0 | 08/08/2009 |
Long Road Home | 0 | 05/26/2009 |
Welcome Back | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
Evening's last drink | 0 | 04/25/2009 |
frozen | 1 | 04/19/2009 |
The Fire | 0 | 03/22/2009 |
personal demons | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
Butterflies | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
I give up | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
The sun shines only in dreams | 1 | 02/22/2009 |
Time | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
Unbound | 0 | 02/21/2009 |
Her Majesty | 1 | 02/21/2009 |
Unnamed 2 | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
Dedicated to the one I loved | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
Last words to you. | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
Luna | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
Unnamed 1 | 0 | 02/20/2009 |
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