Gazing at fragility, <br />The words of dead poets, <br />I weep in a bookstore. <br /> <br />Lonely childhood room <br />Reading Catcher in the Rye <br />Never leaves me. <br /> <br />I’m at home in autumn <br />Among the barren trees, <br />The windswept life <br />Blows away my love.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-words-of-dead-poets/
