Home sweet home
Home sweet home
The glittering eyes of my children
The waiting arms of my wife
The happy strides of my son
The innocent twigs of my life
The hopeful looks of the walls
The angelic gossips at dining table
Discussing the uses of leisure
The drawing of the maple
It itself exudes fragrance and pleasure
Sleeves commented on Home sweet home
10-26-2009
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Home sweet home | 1 | 10/26/2009 |
| /////YOU ARE EVERWHERE | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| FORT OF SAND | 0 | 03/09/2009 |
| Why? | 0 | 03/05/2009 |
| I SEE DREAMS | 1 | 03/02/2009 |
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