Tuesday,
I've had the first stanza of this little poem rolling around in my head for years. I finally got around to finishing it off. I think it's nice to do something short and not exactly complicated... But stll poetic... I hope.
but falls like rain
until the breathing stops
must be but when I see
—rrw o7-o9-13
I've had the first stanza of this little poem rolling around in my head for years. I finally got around to finishing it off. I think it's nice to do something short and not exactly complicated... But stll poetic... I hope.
Of Night I Know
Only this of night I know
it doesn’t drift like snowbut falls like rain
Of life I think I know
you breathe and breathe againuntil the breathing stops
And love I know so little of
I’ve never known what lovemust be but when I see
how others’ love I honestly
believe it must be grand—rrw o7-o9-13
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