Let it burn....
Let the flames begin- burn it all...For that which glows
thakes a sudden liking
For this love.
This Love that with passion
Burns & burns brighter-
Only to soak, then fade
Into nothing...
What love now?
Let it burn....
Let the flames begin- burn it all...Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
The Fantasy | 1 | 07/11/2010 |
My wife, My Love. | 1 | 04/05/2010 |
The Thief | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
Reconquer Me | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
Why this again...? | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
Sensual Fantasy: Part I & II | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
Angel Drapes | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
Tears in Heaven | 1 | 07/20/2009 |
Ojos Azules | 1 | 07/20/2009 |
I breathe... I walk... | 0 | 07/20/2009 |
Let it burn.... | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
Star Filled Night | 1 | 03/23/2009 |
Bride To Be | 1 | 03/23/2009 |
Hanna | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
Spring Forcast | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
A New Episode. | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
Changing Times | 0 | 01/20/2009 |
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