Classic poem of the day
Dear God, not only do Thou come at last
When death hath filled my heart with dread affright,
But when in gathered dark I meet aghast
The mimic death that falls on me at night.
The daily dying, when alone I tread
The valley of the shadow, breast the Styx,
With shrouded soul and body stiff in bed...
And no companion from the welcome pyx!
How should I face disarmed and unawares
The phantoms of the Pit oblivion brings —
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Member poem of the day
A day to spend everybody dreams of, So that they can share there solitude Withof, But how barely somebody knows, A beach itself is lonely within its own, Though we opt it to heal our grief all, As we feel ourselves there like whole, That sound of waves is tremendously magically felt, Like touches our heart in depth, I am wondering to have my home near there, But how as beach is lonely which i think is not fair !