At Worlds End

At Worlds End

A Poem by Edward Clay

It was at worlds end
as the sun drifted from sight,
closing its eye
for the cold of night,

that you held out your hand,
and offered me love,
saved me from drowning,
like Noah’s white doves.

© 2008 Edward Clay


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your rhyming worked perfectly. i didnt even realized it rhymed until i got to the last line. wonderful!

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Edward Clay
Edward Clay

The land of wherever, just south of Nowhere.



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