Mine Is The Honour (Haiku) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Mine Is The Honour (Haiku)
The consequences
will not be felt by others.
The spark is dying.
Faith was the substance
of a house of playing cards,
mine is the honour.
Life was your target.
A breath, once snuffed, is nothing
without a heartbeat.
A breath that is nothing withoug a heartbeat - what a marvelous connection!
So true Herbert.....flat lining............................................................................ Tai died trying
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5/8/2024 10:33:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Detailed poems here Herbert, leading the reader along. Much substance.