's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
`Come,' said death,
choosing her as his
partner for
the last dance, And she,
who in life
had done everything
with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather.
A Marriage
Ronald Stuart Thomas
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Poem topics: dance, death, life, time, world, bird, feather, young, moment, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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