love
He wrote L-O-V-E in the sand
but when he'd made the "V"
he looked back and saw
how the wind had blown the "L" away.
love
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.
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a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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