Will
God sees this determination,
Wind pushing the window
Slowly creaks on hinges
Toward the gray, empty yard
While yellow dandelion blossoms
Burst through the dead dry earthWill
God sees this determination,
Wind pushing the window
Slowly creaks on hinges
Toward the gray, empty yard
While yellow dandelion blossoms
Burst through the dead dry earth12-09-2010
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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Reaper | 0 | 03/25/2011 |
Meanders | 1 | 12/10/2010 |
Universe | 2 | 12/09/2010 |
Will | 6 | 10/22/2010 |
The Pillow | 4 | 07/27/2010 |
Coffee | 8 | 02/10/2010 |
Misery | 10 | 02/05/2010 |
Without Surprise | 5 | 01/25/2010 |
Cat Tracks | 7 | 12/29/2009 |
Childrens Power | 8 | 12/20/2009 |
Basket | 19 | 07/19/2009 |
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