The consequences
will not be felt by others.
The spark is dying.

Faith was the substance
of a house of playing cards,
mine is the honour.

Life was your target.
A breath, once snuffed, is nothing
without a heartbeat.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Angie Maeots (5/23/2006 8:17:00 AM)
Detailed poems here Herbert, leading the reader along. Much substance.

Scarlett Treat (5/23/2006 6:46:00 AM)
A breath that is nothing withoug a heartbeat - what a marvelous connection!

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