desire
The love of nature
The beauty of life
Everything works in order to survive
To live the life of desire
Learning how to do things precise
Working hard to complete destiny
To complete the dream we call life
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
nika’s Poems (4)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| NOTHING | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| HOW WAS I TO KNOW? | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| desire | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
| THE END OF MY PAIN | 0 | 05/14/2009 |
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