English | Spanish | French | German | Portuguese| Italian

angel poem

ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
l'alba era verde mela
li ho detestati
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
figlie di tempo
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ha detto
ascolti
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



Poetry news via Google, MSN, and Yahoo!

  • COURT CLEARS WAY FOR TWO PROJECTS - redbankgreen
  • Edwards: I Lied. Can I Go to Denver Now? - Slate
  • Students Ship Books to Uganda - RedOrbit
  • Music Reviews for July 17 - Carroll County Times (subscription)
  • The Art of Politics - Newsweek
  • India' grand old Bade Miyan bids final adieu - Deccan Herald
  • No idle hands here - Burlington Times News
  • No college was necessary for Oscar Bernard Stiskin, a master of ... - Orlando Sentinel
  • FESTIVA: The Writer's Edition - McAllen Monitor
  • South Africa: Fort Hare University to Honour Madiba - AllAfrica.com
  • 'The Romance of Astrea and Celadon': The Hopeful Romantic (The New York Sun)
  • Tearful tribute to slain woman - Calgary Herald
  • BEDE THE VENERABLE, PRIEST, DOCTOR OF THE CHURCH - Catholic News Agency
  • The Power Of Peter Piper: How Alliteration Enhances Poetry, Prose ... - Science Daily (press release)
  • Poet Blunden's life revealed - Suffolk Free Press
 

Mortgage Refinancing

Home Mortgages

Mortgage News Archives

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