A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.........Something which is nearer to vital truth than history
Everything has something to fear.... Nicely written... and every impatient mind is fearful of a coming tomorrow thought he should think it as a better tomorrow...
Everything has something to fear.... Nicely written... and every impatient mind is fearful of a coming tomorrow thought he should think it as a better tomorrow...
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