Raging Heart
a raging tempest in a box.. my heart finds no rest in platitudes.. where is the hand of the sword..the meters justice in truth..not in the weigh of gold
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
dwfuller’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| He was all twitch and shiver | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| I rode the Train | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Conversation with the night | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Forgive | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Raging Heart | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Embedded | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Selfish Delight | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| A Single Breath | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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