Confessions IV
New faces
Different place
Everywhere I go there is no space
So I shut myself out, so as not to be a waste
Confessions IV
New faces
Different place
Everywhere I go there is no space
So I shut myself out, so as not to be a waste
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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