6/8/11

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    6/8/11

    If believing

    would save me

    And hope

    bring back sweet dreams

    Must I embrace

    the sorrows

    that slowly drown me,

    in a sea of agony?

     

    Each unhealed wound

    Reopens old scars

     

    Surviving in a world

    Where I'll never belong

     

    Sweet lips

    with a thin coat of salt

    Kiss softly

    every single cut

     

    Dare I love,

    and ignore the hate?

     

    Wishing for warmth

    in cold's embrace

     

    A loss too great

    I rather forget...

     

    It's far too late

    to save

    what has been condemned.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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