Paul Storm

Rookie - 0 Points (15-06-1977 / Antartica)

Final Hour - Poem by Paul Storm

how many falling
leaves of faded summer
glories crackling under

your bare feet
cradling the next
will it take my friend?

i have defeated you
with the breath of a child
striking this final hour

and you know too well
there are no more
places to walk

except for us to
leave these leaves
for summer is gone


Comments about Final Hour by Paul Storm

  • Ravi A (4/24/2009 10:41:00 AM)


    A nice composition. The symbolism it thought provoking. (Report) Reply

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  • Sadiqullah Khan (4/29/2008 11:52:00 AM)


    leave these leaves, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , nice write (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2008 10:08:00 PM)


    Love this one, Nomi, especially 'i have defeated you/ with a breath of a child'. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 29, 2008


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