A PASSING GLIMPSE
I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are
I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track
I name all the flowers I m sure they weren't
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt—
Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth—
Not lupine living on sand and drouth
Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?
Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
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I dunno why I love this one so much💘
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Ten Million Fireflies
Poetryit's a collection of all my favourite poems and Verses of Robert Frost, my favourite poet. I was thinking of keeping them together in a diary or something. and then I remembered there's wattpad to keep them and share with others. so here you go...
