Winter
Winter comes ,just like a white snow princess,
Snowflakes dance on the domes,
playing like naughty children,
though a little cold , some big wind,
I like you , winter
Winter
Winter comes ,Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Future | 2 | 12/01/2009 |
Money | 3 | 11/24/2009 |
New life | 1 | 11/23/2009 |
Santa Claus | 0 | 11/16/2009 |
Winter | 2 | 11/11/2009 |
What is life | 8 | 11/05/2009 |
house | 5 | 11/04/2009 |
Thank you, my dear friend Raleigh | 6 | 11/04/2009 |
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