Nothing Left To Say Poem by Phil Lucas

Nothing Left To Say



Nothing left to say
except the words that come
when love dies.
That love is
more than warmth against cold fright,
more than chosen secrets on a poppy lane,
more even
than understanding.
Just a little jewelled box
that opens for a while,
and two china figures
who sing
until the show is over.

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Phil Lucas

Phil Lucas

Twickenham, UK
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