Poems about corner
Shape My Garden Go
or what the distant say
close to the two i lost
he never saw me in this life
love is like death, during the grave
to leave me in the atom's tomb
some in the busy tomb
in corners till a day
new feet within my garden go
and shape my hands
and then abroad the world he go
to this world she returned,
and carried, i supposed to heaven,
who win, and nations do not see
but they that go,