Sweeping in the Streets
Sweeping in the Streets
Echoing rings
Silently bouncing off the buildings
Breezes blow by
Leaves passing
Reminding is but a question
Of one asking oneself why
Echoing, rings, leaves
Sweeping in the Street
Oh the silent company it keeps!
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| House of Agent Orange | 0 | 10/24/2009 |
| I Look Up | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
| All My Life | 0 | 10/23/2009 |
| Vigilance | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| In The Shadow That Cast Itself | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| ROMANCE IS | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| Desire | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
| The Resolution | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
| Sweeping in the Streets | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
| Leaf Falling Day | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
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