touch
Hands are used to hold
so much sometimes a heart, life
or wandering soul.
so much sometimes a heart, life
or wandering soul.
touch
11-25-2009
10-02-2009
optimistic commented on touch
07-27-2009
07-02-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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