Poems about fold
That The While To Poise
for frequent, all my sense obscured
so seemed to choose my door
it takes me all the while to poise
when it has just contained a life
is made a secret to unfold
it's somewhat in the cold
but that the little figure
that such was not the posture
the summit is not given
in the parcel be the merchant
just two the bearer
but that will hold
a fear will urge it where
they can afford a sun
it should not be among
Could Exist
the danger to be sane
you cannot fold a flood
to hands i cannot see
to think just how the fire will burn
i should not fear the fight!
did they come back no more?
that others could exist
could it be madness this?
when there's no one here
me stop to prove it now
alike to him one