Give me my fate
My youthful picture a memory that strays
scatter my ashes in Pere Lachaise
no gold nor silk, no mortal riches
with this a shrine above chamber ditches
I want to rest along side the great
My words my life, give me my fate
Give me my fate
My youthful picture a memory that strays
scatter my ashes in Pere Lachaise
no gold nor silk, no mortal riches
with this a shrine above chamber ditches
I want to rest along side the great
My words my life, give me my fate
MindNumbing commented on Give me my fate
10-01-2010
10/01/2010
redbloodink commented on Give me my fate
09-17-2010
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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