You
YOU!
Wash my soul
cleanse me of your smile
and the memory of
ten fingers
entwined forever
in a hopeless wish
You
YOU!
Wash my soul
cleanse me of your smile
and the memory of
ten fingers
entwined forever
in a hopeless wish
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
Alone | 4 | 08/22/2009 |
Losing yet again | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
You | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
SHE WALKS | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
I AM ALONE AND LONELY | 0 | 08/22/2009 |
MY SOULMATE | 1 | 08/22/2009 |
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