English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

child poem

desde que eu senti o sentido da morte
traga-me a canção macia
truely
trançado e tecido
simplesmente falando
em setembro
o alvorecer era verde maçã
meu sorrow, quando for aqui com mim
eu penso d esplêndido justo
era o outono do ano
conseqüentemente eu não posso

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • Foreign Diplomats, Ohio Officials Open Azerbaijani Cultural Garden ... - PR Newswire (press release)
  • What Katie did! - This is Stourbridge
  • 'The Tudors' recap: Anne's nightmare - Entertainment Weekly
  • ’what to do‘ - The Chronicle Journal
  • About Ariga - Ariga
  • Full fathom five - guardian.co.uk
  • J. Ivy - The Ivy League - Sixshot.com
  • British woman wins appeal of terror-related charge - Boston Globe
  • New Dallas Museum of Art exhibit lets vistiors get in touch with art - Dallas Morning News
  • A Memorial Day Tribute - Old Berthoud Recorder
  • Rooms without a view - Financial Times
  • Bookworms and beatniks - Star-Gazette
  • Citrin’s essay takes first - Gulf Coast Newspapers
  • Reply to Eugene Gloria (Bulatlat.com)
  • Meet Your Neighbor (Southwest Daily News)
 

Looking into a Refinance?

Home Mortgage

November 2007 Mortgage News

Poetry | Home | Contact Us | Educational Resources | Vote For This Poem | Visitor Favorites

Summer School Help Beginner Math Physics Primer Chemistry Primer Intro Psychology English Primer
Intro Grammar Beginner Writing American History American Civil War Intro Biology Composition Help


Check out El-Grande Web Directory today!


www.endlesspoetry.com ©Copyright 2004 - 2007 Michael VanDeMar All Rights Reserved