I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
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wow enjoyed this one..kind of a strange dream ..suppose it came from wishing to be alone.. :)
Robert Frost is dead, dead you hear me. Why are you talking to him? Only great poets such as myself can come back from the dead and make comments on poemhunter. And he wouldn't appreciate you talking about his poem like that you pervert.
Wow, You are so creative and emotional when write. This is an excellent poem. You are so very talented and it a pleasure to read your poetry.
Please join me.........................