Martin 4/4/68

Love cannot die.

It can be misplaced,

set into the hands

of the undeserving.

It can be stalled,

held against the obstacles

of time and hatred.

It is an eternal thought.

An action

pulsating through language

and parchment.

Sensed by those among us

like rumors of tomorrow

as it rests

waiting to multiply.

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Bill says:

    Spot on! Wonderful!!

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Bill says:

        My pleasure!

        Like

  2. hupsutupsu says:

    what a strong poem in memory of an amazing human being. so glad to see something from you again!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. Had a project to focus on.

      Like

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