Untitled Haiku
Misty window panesilence in the morning rain
before the downpour.
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.
save1star’s Poems (3)
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| Classic Call | 0 | 11/14/2013 |
| Unsee Me Man | 0 | 11/14/2013 |
| Untitled Haiku | 0 | 11/14/2013 |
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