When you are near
My heart skips a beat
When you are near
No such thing as defeat
When you are near
No fear
When you are near
No more tears
When you are near
Everything is clear
When you are near
I have no fear
When you are near
When you are near
My heart skips a beat
When you are near
No such thing as defeat
When you are near
No fear
When you are near
No more tears
When you are near
Everything is clear
When you are near
I have no fear
When you are near
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Inside my head | 0 | 08/05/2009 |
When you are near | 0 | 08/03/2009 |
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