Reflections
Eye cast upon the lake
Reflected a vision of she
Who time did forsake
But will not let me be
The wind past my ear
Called that certain name
Of she whom I held dear
No one else just the same
With the taste of red wine
Memories of a beloved face
That I held as near divine
Causing again my heart to race
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06-10-2009
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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