New
This is the life
Like or die.
That stops movement,
Closed everything-
Leaving behind,
That’s fate.
Works, necessities, complains,
All ends.
All of mine
But the world will on and on
Towards future
Event merges with new
Only changing myself
In new.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| New | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Death | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Love for You | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Love | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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