Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Poem – Brief

Life is short, and the time must be used wisely.

Enjoy.

Brief
Fresh light spills through glass
New mist forms in air
Breath draws in for first time
Born into world of care
Mist burns up so quickly
Sunset slips through glass
Final breath departs body
To eternity’s station pass.

Randall Madden

November 9, 2014

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