Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
So wilts broad bold the leaf.
Whom hath foretold it forbids.
The uplifting of the weeping lid.
And it thus being said of the soul.
Here that a hero once passed it.
Behold it but is, darkened passes.
Is It Poetry
Submitted: Saturday, November 20, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011
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