bright sun
it shone bright,brighter still,
and the brightest,
then it faded a little,
and more,
till it was all out,
do not know where he was all night,
having his fun,
this poor star called sun.
bright sun
it shone bright,Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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what I chewed last night | 0 | 12/18/2010 |
I know not who I am | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
this poor star called sun. | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
bright sun | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
Green | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
spinal run | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
solitude talk | 0 | 10/22/2009 |
The Cage I am in | 1 | 09/22/2009 |
Departure Pangs | 2 | 09/21/2009 |
Ascent to Heaven or Heaven's Descent | 1 | 09/21/2009 |
Aromas of her bake | 0 | 09/21/2009 |
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