Remembering
Remembering,I am wrapped in the scent of you
and how it was to be sleeping so close
that the warmth of your skin
reached mine.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
1949writer’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Remembering | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
| There are spirits | 2 | 10/12/2009 |
| Edges | 1 | 10/12/2009 |
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