“Much Like Death”
by: daniel fesperman
A Tear rolls down my face as I think of this thought.
Something so Fragile, yet passionate with so much power.
It moves like a Leaf frolicking in the Wind.
It is to me as the flower in the morning,
It is there until something Brighter wisks it away.
It is like a Butterfly in a strong Breeze,
Fluttering one way then another.
It is like reading a Novel with no words.
It is all Luxuries in Life, A Poison,
Everything you want and nothing you need.
