A Poet's Dying Breath
Monday, November 18, 2013
His Words to Her
What was going to bed
In the face of the sweet oblivion
That was you?
What was sleep,
When confronted with the comforting nothingness
Your single-flame life provides?
You burn so bright,
How could I close my eyes
To the light of your soul?
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