david gerardino


3rd Heaven - Poem by david gerardino

death a drifter,
a pipers tune,
a fairy tale with icy hands.

then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.

death is barren,
exhausted,
totally vacant,
a ho hum from the
floppy hats.

then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.

then life penatraits this thing,
and pumps it with brand new
air..

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  • Gold Star - 4,960 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (4/2/2012 12:57:00 AM)

    Death is much simple I think than to enter the poem. Yes, illustrated brilliantly. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 2, 2012


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