Piano
Beauty falling away
Surely wishing you could stay
This song remains
Yet no one complains
The world seems so lost without you
Piano
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Tags: Death
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.
Wolfie’s Poems (7)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| With Love, Yours Truly, Forever and Always | 1 | 10/13/2010 |
| Corporal | 0 | 10/13/2010 |
| Piano | 0 | 10/13/2010 |
| Dust | 0 | 10/13/2010 |
| Repetition | 2 | 10/09/2010 |
| The Night | 1 | 10/09/2010 |
| Paper Thin | 1 | 10/09/2010 |
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