Oh how they bleed 4-30-07
it's not the death of my dreams
that bothers me so
it's that they bleed so much
before they go.
Oh how they bleed 4-30-07
monkyntz commented on Oh how they bleed 4-30-07
09-19-2009
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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