Held
In his armsI feel at ease.
Anxiety can’t find me here.
Comforted, craddled, coveted,
A foreign feeling so welcomed.
Finally at peace with myself.
Held
In his armsPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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