If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal The heart would rest quiet The unrent soul Be as still as a veil But I have watched all night The fire grow silent The grey ash soft And I stir the stubborn flint The flames have left And the bereft Heart lies impotent Anonymous submission.
Added: 14 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 9:18 AM | Viewed: 5772 times
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