Edwin Cordero


Here Is - Poem by Edwin Cordero

Light flickers upon the tank;
It explodes, vision is sank
Below the surface glass.

A beauty figure, of rank—
Wonderful woman, I think;
Here is life's utmost lass.

No, it's a crystal drink,
In joy of life it basks:
Here is the end of fast.

Wait, but it's fate in mask.
I see the sand land, lack;
Here is Grave's hour-glass.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013


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