The Wait
Fortune shines on this becoming dayA light so bright it's like a dawn in may
How well will the gift be received?
Or will the Gods be deceived?
So well it went
Or so is said
With the results in
We shall know then
The Wait
Fortune shines on this becoming dayPoetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Invain | 0 | 04/20/2010 |
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Marks | 0 | 11/23/2009 |
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Untitled | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
Last Moment | 2 | 05/08/2009 |
Hold | 0 | 05/08/2009 |
Winter Leaves | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
Loudness | 0 | 05/08/2009 |
Poetry | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
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