Shattered Heart
To hear you say good-bye is to hear the melancholy songs from the rye. As thewinds whisk you away so too does it pluck the stings of my shattered heat. From the pieces fof my heat I do see the dawn breaks over the sea of tears that you do fly. Away, away to where you hear says go; my soul follows the wind too where I do not know.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Fog & Time | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Fields | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| A Poet's Wish | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Untitled | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Shattered Heart | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Inner Void | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Broken Dreams | 1 | 06/06/2009 |
| To Speak | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| To My Lady A Sweet | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Fate and The Mind | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
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