RemissionA Poem by Joel M Frye
there is a vast peace
in the respite of disease; aware both of infinite time and finite life, giving notice to what endures, what passes. each moment hangs glowing in the sunset of eternity, perfect, ripe and juicy as the strawberry growing from the cliff. tiger of living above, chasm of death below, hanging by a breaking branch with red-stained lips. © 2016 Joel M FryeReviews
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Added on January 23, 2016Last Updated on January 23, 2016 AuthorJoel M FryeSt Petersburg, FLAbouthttp://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/3w6q0yrymv/01_Ballad_to_Ben.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/jhjs7gw3cz/02_What_Do_I_Say.mp3 http://k002.kiwi6.com/hotlink/652qs6u270/03_Lady_Chasing_Rainbows.mp3 htt.. more..Writing
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