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DYING OF THE LIGHT
by Paul Curtis On the table The candle sputters Flame flickers Almost guttering But does not die At the table A heart yearns Tears form As hope fades She cries inside At the table A rhetorically thought He's not coming How cruel She dies inside At home Her heart aches Her spirit breaks She drains the glass And she dies I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |