death
like a thief in the night,
death robs us of life.
death is
death robs us of life.
death is
death
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
A moment with Him | 1 | 08/04/2009 |
I bid you farewell | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
Say Something! | 0 | 08/04/2009 |
WAIT TILL YOU SEE! (to the unborn child) | 0 | 11/12/2008 |
death | 2 | 11/07/2008 |
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