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Epitaph (revised)
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Epitaph (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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“A syllogism: other men die; but I Am not another; therefore I'll not die.” V. Nabokov The first snow fell and the days grew shorter. Life passed by while I sharpened my pencil. I remember you here, so thoughtful and pensive, Reading my poetry, looking over my shoulder… You used to tell me that our days were numbered, But our words would outlive us for many ages. Though no prayers can reach you now from these pages, I pray you rest peacefully in the endless slumber. As for me, I find comfort only in lukewarm water, In the shower, alone, I don’t think about dying. Else, I sit in your chair, reading poetry, crying At the epitaph’s words that have made you immortal… Check out my poetry here: |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
This is a real moving poem. I liked it Cold hands means a warm heart |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
this is really amazing. I've read it a few times, couldn't think of what to say... I still can't, but I do love it. Makes me think, and wonder and.. I still don't know what to say! Always, Alyssa - And so it was that time stood still - |
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Robert Frazier Senior Member
since 2003-02-06
Posts 1014 |
Very good! Is she gone from your life...the world? I enjoy it so, when I'm made to wonder! Rf |
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