Lucky Day
The MeetThe Smile
Raven Hair and Shape
Yes, My Lucky Day!
Lucky Day
The MeetA 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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