Poetry……Miss You I Miss You Everything is incomplete A broken circle An empty box Time with no clock Words without meaning Death but still breath ~B Others are Reading FLARE on GOD 118 Life and Death in Archibald MacLeish’s Poem The End Of The World Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: FLARE on GOD 99 A Poem: Aftershocks Come and Go with Me A Tranquil Heart Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 2 + = seven