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Ghazal: A Life

Ghazal: A Life

Name one life not filled with light.
Even a cold heart melts in light.

Fog no longer blankets the canyon.
Hear the warbling wren in flight.

Recall the lessons November taught.
After summer fades, fill its void with light.

Hear the day’s internal rhyme.
A soft chorus calls twilight.

This life is not the final draft.
No life is cursed with delight.

Restore stars and the sun to your heart.
My friend, let there live lyric and light.

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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