At The Last Grasp Of My Breath Poem by RIC BASTASA
At The Last Grasp Of My Breath
you have always been
a gale to me
a wave that always comes and goes
in endless
fleeing
you have always been the wave of my
being
how i wish that you stay and be mine
in the shores of my sands
but you are always flowing slipping
from the hold of my
fingers
at the last grasp of my breath
this you have taught me: you have never loved me
and i have endured it
beautifully like that sunset to the sea...
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4/26/2024 9:21:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
at the last grasp of my breath this you have taught me: you have never loved me and i have endured it beautifully like that sunset to the sea... Love is a beautiful thing