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.
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.
You have a tender way with
ReplyDeletewords, Nick, this poem reminds
me of Emily Dickinson's writing.
well i am blushing now with all that praise :) thanks a ton cynthia..again
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