Snake skinned
I turn to notice
My skin is snake
Active sins linger
Try and be a saint
Trapping myself again wicked
I was doing great
Forbidden sweet extract
Tempts the devil will say
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
jceclipse’s Poems (3)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Without | 1 | 06/01/2009 |
| Snake skinned | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| Inside | 2 | 06/01/2009 |
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