Doubt from a Tree House
I climb each night this tree unseen by god.
A hope that hope in time will be enough,
a plea that leafs out far from limb and heart.
Are you, am I or any, more than a dream?
Doubt from a Tree House
I climb each night this tree unseen by god.
A hope that hope in time will be enough,
a plea that leafs out far from limb and heart.
Are you, am I or any, more than a dream?
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03-02-2010
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01-17-2010
Charlie23 commented on Doubt from a Tree House
12-26-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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