A poem, writt...

A poem, written a long time ago by a friend, which seems somewhat appropriate now...It's true.Worlds can end.All it takes is once angry word,or a frustrated silence,or even just the decay of love.the love itself never ends,only its inherent joy,and its burning sense of peace.All you can do issit and watch itfly awaylike smoke from a dead,coldcandle wick.It's true.Worlds can end.Mine did.Copyright R.J.N., 1996.