8/2/11 Poem by Ryan Cole

8/2/11



A fading light
As shadows grow across once bright day
The flicker of a guttered candle
incandescence once bright, now dimmed to passing

Yet still, always, there is love
Long after all else is gone
Glowing still, shining on, a beacon to memory
Held precious, to guide us all home

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Ryan Cole

Ryan Cole

Santa Monica, California
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