Late (Extended) Poem by Nick Hilton

Late (Extended)

Rating: 5.0


The hour may be late,
But the heat of the day,
Remains with me,
And the life of the day,
Clings to me,
Never letting go,
Letting love absorb it,
Trying to remain at that state,
And the joy of the day,
Wraps around me,
Willing me to let it stay,
But gone is the day,
Rushing past each and every date,
But the hour is late.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
***** ********* 20 December 2005

Nick, Your poem wraps beautifully, just like a warmed towel. 10 from smiling warmed, Tai

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