Letters are imprints

Thus the solitary man embraced
all he could not understand,
nor did he need to fear the meeting;
it was all in the making of now.

Philandering spirits go down,
promises are no longer a norm.
Thus the insidious man bows
to the one side only of the coin.

Heaven is a dark sky;
an angel is a harbor at bay.
Dark is a bright intent.
Letters are imprints.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2011-02-07 at 20:27

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this.
"to one side only of the coin" is very provoking of course and arrives at just the right time into the read...
More letters please :)
2011-02-07