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Anita_a Posted 22 years ago

Death

My life is here
My death is here
I know not another door
I know not another path
Should the winds drag me
To the end of the world
My rainbow of sorrow
would paint a way
For the Time to falter
And Death to follow.
  

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The night is escaping sleep is evading. black clouds are dancing in the middle of the night. sleep is a vagabond.

— Anita_a

  • The night is escaping sleep is evading.
  • black clouds are dancing in the middle of the night.
  • sleep is a vagabond.
  • As my heart is on fire.
  • Dreams are angry on me and all hopes are scattered.
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The night is escaping
sleep is evading.
black clouds are dancing
in the middle of the night.
sleep is a vagabond.
As my heart is on fire.
Dreams are angry on me
and all hopes are scattered.
my heart is thirsty
though my eyes
are flowing rivers.
Will I ever see you again?

There is nothing
lacking in life
except you.
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But this second poem is not written for death, is it?
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It is... please read carefully...
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