About the Poem
Life has good and bad but in the end we determine our own course.
Not Yet The Long Sleep |
| by John LeClare |
| Glittering dark, dancing Before my eyes, closed Everything I see, shadowed In roaring silence I hear Falling A feather Soundless, a brush My lovers touch Bitter, life's bile Sweet, love's taste Shadows of tomorrow Darken the path of yesterday What was will not be What is, stands Before my eyes, open My life |
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Christina
I think that this poem was very intriguing, I think, because I am going through a tough time right now, and I think that this poem applies to my life.
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