Monday, September 3, 2012
Living Light Comments
Rating: ★5.0
The words still live, though flesh must die;
Soft rot, like pumpkins left to lie,
While objects coarse succeed our death-
Naught is left of our brief bequests.
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Smoky Hoss
06 September 2012
Nice, very nice. Through it all there remains a glimmer of hope.
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8/7/2025 6:43:35 AM # 1.0.0
This is a lovely poem. The transientness of the current life. The light within that may live on