Monday, December 27, 2010

DEATH

DEATH

sun shines brilliantly through gleaming, shortening icicle
killing it softly in its beams
a conspiracy of painfully, exquisitely beautiful,
active, sparkling death
making a mockery of
drab, pathetic life.

Temy R. Beal 12/27/10
Posted by Temy at 7:59 PM

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