MORNING HAS BROKEN
Poetry and Fiction
Thursday, March 21, 2019
In praise of oxymorons
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When the eulogy has died upon the lips of the weary
When the tears have watered the gravestone and failed to wet it
When the spirit has dimmed to its last scintilla
An invisible light, an oxymoron, comes along to light the way
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