Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 4,618 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

The Bell - Poem by Is It Poetry

Like so many times before you hate I came.
And when again I am and have no love.
Yet sunset comes for most before sunrise.
While the window knows,
and hides our parting clever eyes.
Tell me father sitting high and low.
The only death I know is what I own.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013


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