My Darkness
Blue knife moon,Cut life round.
In seas of tears,
My heart will drown.
Without your love,
My life is blue.
Blue side sea,
Mountain high dream.
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
Carolynk126’s Poems (2)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Darkness | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| love | 2 | 08/27/2009 |
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