APOETS POEM))) CURSE in verse, , RYTHIM ryming in A Scheme, , A poets life nothing more than written down dreams, , Time spent seekin, , Hidein, , drinking slowly dieing, , Personality divided by three... A soul concealed, , A heart turn to steel, , Emotions never showennor revealed, , , A voice never heard nor
A word never spoken from this mind born healthy has grown Incomplete.. Memories mentaly ill... by jayson kennedy
well put...however we need poets to remind us the fragrances of the spring flower or the wind rising from the sea as the moon enters her bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Can't you just smell the odor as the blue fox fouls its nest on the beach behind the kennedy estate on long island?