Anjela
Abound the beauty,Not always known, one
Justifies the very
Ever-lasting purity.
Lovable over the most,
Angelic by my view.
Anjela
Abound the beauty,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.
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