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Untitled In April,2016

I admire the poet assassins with their perfect technique
find their destructiveness more than a little bleak
realizing only a few poets will write so well to be remembered.
For me it is a grace that any poet soul would ever try to tell
of paths that split in woods - love that knows no bounds -
or even celebrating
the death of death.

by Bill Grace

Comments (2)

Full of truth and insightful.
For me it is a grace that any poet soul would ever try to tell of paths that split in woods this is a great poetic concern who reflects on poetry itself............ love that knows no bounds. thank you dear poet. tony