A true tragedy.
A wistful glance and tugging heart and then,
nothing.
For a poets dream and lovers walk still, hand-in-hand
Life’s greatest mystery and greatest gift
A dying, weeping way is soothing to few
Gentle dawn and wind-swept hair.
A life forever is abruptly short
Time away is true for It.
And time with,
is time too fast
16.12.10
Posted by nathan at 4:13:00 AM
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