tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830461158382933749.post7102443969708500264..comments2023-10-08T06:07:55.408-07:00Comments on Tales of Life: ValentineAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08406225181908101329noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830461158382933749.post-64000068300973509452010-05-02T02:07:13.096-07:002010-05-02T02:07:13.096-07:00a typo regretted,
it's like this...
There are...a typo regretted,<br />it's like this...<br /><br />There are words not enough to say;<br />That my heart not in comfort lay.<br /><br />This silence has endeared so;<br />That a wild heart has quiet grow.<br /><br /><br /><br />regards,<br />Dead Poet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830461158382933749.post-68708848282825953442010-04-30T11:59:45.623-07:002010-04-30T11:59:45.623-07:00You seem to be a regular visitor. OR, the only one...You seem to be a regular visitor. OR, the only one in that matter. :P <br />The poet is nowhere dead, but. Beautiful lines.Ana.https://www.blogger.com/profile/04699789861047311943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7830461158382933749.post-87604263033800069182010-04-30T01:53:48.350-07:002010-04-30T01:53:48.350-07:00Together you, i and happiness some,
When does that...Together you, i and happiness some,<br />When does that moment come.<br />How does this longing depart,<br />Heart, Heart! O my heart.<br /><br /><br /><br />Regards,<br />Dead Poet.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com