Last Breaking Of Dawn Poem by Eric Cockrell
Last Breaking Of Dawn
ending, or beginning?
sometimes i still cant tell!
out of date postage stamps,
just dont deliver.
carbon and rust,
even cobwebs turn grey.
lips bent and crusted
never kiss the night!
holiness, old clothes,
the fit of the body fades.
time buries the fire,
again and again.
small things, kind words,
and the simplest touch.
the first cup of coffee,
the last breaking of dawn!
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9/19/2024 6:37:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Really like this, love the first stanza. A great poem.