When I see your face
When I see your face.
I can see the light.
Your never scared even at night.
His face is so pure.
as is his soul.
He's like a god to me.
And he isn't even grown.
His future is bright.
even though is legs are short.
He is my son.
I call him sport.
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Ball till you fall | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| THE WRONG CHOICE ! | 0 | 06/03/2009 |
| A road full of tears | 3 | 06/02/2009 |
| When I see your face | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
| My past is dark | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
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