You the Firefly...
I stood in the wind
and tried to capture it.
But when I saw the butterfly
flying flat and low-
I let the wind go, I let it go.
AIXA
You the Firefly...
I stood in the wind
and tried to capture it.
But when I saw the butterfly
flying flat and low-
I let the wind go, I let it go.
AIXA
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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