Within
I stand alone.
Request regarded.
Today I present a man, strong and full of grace.
Your heart is what I truly love!
Write now, tomorrow you shall speak.
Be of good courage and listen to when I speak.
My angel will prepare your path.
I work in mysterious ways.
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Shadow Boxer | 0 | 05/09/2013 |
| Delight | 0 | 04/26/2013 |
| Power | 0 | 04/19/2011 |
| Single | 0 | 04/13/2011 |
| Within | 0 | 03/22/2011 |
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