Thoughts.
The morning breeze blowing gently across a vast plane,
the breking of the sun from behind the clouds,
the chirping of the birds;a new dawn is annouced:
Hope not a state of mind,but as soft as promise,a whisper in my heart
you are for real and not a dream.....
Yes your voice still echoes.... can't wait to see you.
Mi Amore.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| My Motherland | 1 | 08/07/2009 |
| Thoughts. | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| The mind of a young lad | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| Love's Entry | 2 | 07/10/2009 |
| ROSE FLOWER | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| Mother | 1 | 03/09/2009 |
| love affair | 1 | 06/09/2009 |
| weather | 0 | 03/04/2009 |
| THE MASTER PIECE. | 2 | 03/04/2009 |
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