eyeamdust in Uncategorized November 10, 2016 21 Words A Quatrain for Joe Laying on your beating heart, My breath a silver thread, Time, though short, ’til we depart, Still lies for us ahead. Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related