The Fragrance by Keith D Allison That sweet taunting fragrance grasping for breath warmth of being underlying this address The line of the morning the mind beginning to flutter the soul trembles the shadows of death Crisp the morning air awake the sanity to the butterfly as heart's emotions grieve The journey Will it give Life or will it end the life of a kiss Does it Begin Poet can you bring life to the dead man's soul Is love but a breath when eternity calls 09/14/2010 Posted on 09/14/2010 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/14/10 at 08:16 PM ...keith, another heavy one that teeters on the bridge of the life/death chasm...seen when it's too late to share, you do a imaginative of what a good guess would look like, i think that way. gestalt is one thing and yet each little stanza is a tome, tied-up neatly w/that last one. creatiive. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)