Poetry by Alex Paschuck

Life's Circles

endless sorrow from a lusting soul
drowned in misery pain and tears
to think its all for simple cheer?

but no hope for a dying ember of passion
that exhausts in the night
like a phoenix's once forgotten flight

to regain hope once more for the love of his life.

--Alex Paschuck

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