http://www.originalpoetry.com/remember-me_34 When you wake from your deep sleep to a storm as lightning flashes jagged 'cross the sky and thunder shakes the bed where-in you lie,
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.
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.
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