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In The Matter Of Death |
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Laverne Pacquire Member
since 2009-11-15
Posts 96 |
I cannot be there when the sun hits; Hits the spots of your eyes; I don't want to look down upon the sands of life the die once; Still born dead six feet under; One last gasp, when minutes are feeble; Where we humans don't talk anymore; Its sad origin the nettled words with long face; A midnight sparrow dying; Every now and again; Memories turn into savage colors and savage wolves; It never moves through nature; Pushing and punishing itself into the dirt; Of the darkest night angels - this death has left the heart of a friend waiting. see also: poetryandwatertogo.blogspot.com |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
It's tough when friends die. The more I read about NDE accounts the more I am convinced that in some ways it is tougher on those who remain here. "Absent thee from felicity for a while..." A worthy poem, a bit jumbled but so is the subject matter, from this side of things, anyway. |
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