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Just a drop of quiet introspection. Each moment of tranquility, Like the drop of dry, clean sand From an ancient hour glass, To dream past joy and pain, To renew my spirit To suffer and to conquer once again.. Last edited by cousinsoren 10-14-2010 at 03:40:49 PM |
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.