Bill Smith

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Only Grey - Poem by Bill Smith

How fragile is love?
How easily it grows
How easily it goes
We blur its edges
Stretching to gossamer thin
Wrapping ourselves in dreams of plenty
While lurking in the background
Waiting to fall like an African night
Waits a pain so unimaginable
That we begin to fear love itself
Until comes a moment were we draw a charcoal line of love
Feathering the edges with reasons
Until only grey remains

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  • (1/19/2008 4:04:00 PM)

    Nice artistic imagery. Very good line 'Waiting to fall like an African night.' (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 7, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 14, 2011


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