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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, October 13, 2013

October Rain

October Rain by Timothy Corbin

October rain makes colors bleed
Bleed from sky to tree to leaves
Leaves the ground in autumn shades
Shades her brown eyes when she grieves.

Grieves a friend she never knew
Knew his soul from words he wrote
Wrote his life as though a song
Song she loved from the first note.

Note how his life embraced hers
Hers far better for the time
Time she wished were ever lasting
Lasting memories, love sublime.