Monday, April 28, 2008


Short is the meaning
of human friends.
Tribute to beauty
where coffins end.
Even the burning passion
shuts the chill of death.
On dusty bones, what lovers waste
is his breath.

2 comments:

  1. You have a tender way with
    words, Nick, this poem reminds
    me of Emily Dickinson's writing.

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  2. well i am blushing now with all that praise :) thanks a ton cynthia..again

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