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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