Mine Is The Honour (Haiku) - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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.
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