Tuesday, August 2, 2005For Death Came Too QuicklyHe spoke to me as though I’d better understand his words Strained but purposeful Eagerly lit from his tongue The red embers falling From his nimble fingers Something burned within him Like a mouthful of desert sand His parched throat and cracking lips Erased by the rush of tears Trickling from the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 8:56 AM Comments (7) (permalink) |