I love poetry. It is in the oxygen I breathe, and in the blood that courses through me. We have so many means now, with which to create, express and share, that our poetry can cross any boundary.
Monday, July 29, 2013
Carry You Home
James Blunt sings a mournful, quite moving performance. I find these lines especially heart-wrenching:
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet, I know what it means and I'll carry you home.
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