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Two years' silence makes me wonder. You scatter the unfinished puzzle on my table across the wooden floor, landing near the missing pieces. Words blow through like smoke and I know better... But I still wind up on hands and knees next to you picking up pieces. My heart breaks again, you walk out the door... But the puzzle is finished and the final image makes me wonder, but only time will tell.Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| 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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