I Paint with Poetry
Monday, March 21, 2011
The Final Line
I write in lines
Protesting as they come
From the life giving line
This mortal body shrugs
The words become surreal…
And not at all
As they run faster
Until this mortal fuel runs out
A single line in a story
A line I do not lament
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