One Woman, One Voice
One Woman, One Voice
faint flowing whispers
“My Juliet, where art thou?”
...harmonizing birds
-EinStud
.
One Woman, One Voice
One Woman, One Voice
faint flowing whispers
“My Juliet, where art thou?”
...harmonizing birds
-EinStud
.
josephbivin commented on One Woman, One Voice
04-26-2010
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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