Sunday, January 30, 2011

DEATH WAS PURE

Tell Moon, when it finishes your doors....it can start on my windows !!!!!!!!! Like the last stanza....Has an air of moribund state to it....Dark....like it....-Frank James Ryan,Jr./FjR


this poem transcends the physical world and many mundan dimensions. to lose someone in light and find in dark , is a wonderfully deeep thought that makes on ethink about the ephemeral and the transient ...wonderfully well written poem.- Nikunj

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