A poem with unknown origins ( for me) , mailed to me by a friend........
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining-
They stood aloof,the scars remaining;
Like cliffs which had been asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between them;
But neither heat,nor frost,nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away,I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.
2 comments:
The poem is really good. Great job. Awesome. Keep it up. (I mean it. Really).
And now here's the link:
http://senor-nobody.blogspot.com/
Dude, I think you got it wrong.
It is a good poem. But like,I didn't write it!
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