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Deaths Happiness
With each tear that hits the earth,
And shatters like a crystal glass,
The pain comes from deep within,
Turns the lovers heart to brass.
A single cry echos from mountain to mountain,
Waking the small creatures that live within,
The pain grasp the heart and slowly crushes it,
As the pieces fall like rose petals into sin.
The body falls unwillingly to the hard floor,
As the eyes are forever closed,
The hands no longer to be warm, but chilling to the touch,
And the mined is no longer sain, but frosted.
All the childhood past are nothing but history,
The bood of life hath turned the last page,
It closes with a puff of dust,
And life is no longer engaged.
The sight of a baby's crystal eyes,
Floods the face of his dead soul,
The tear still lies smeared on his cheek,
As the body turns to dust and coal.
No matter how long this body lies still,
A newborn baby cries in the skies,
Angels dance with perfect harmony,
There is now more to life than sorrows and cries.
well written.... and a pretty cool idea for a poem.... I am just out checking out some of the poems that I have never read.... which the list keeps growing and growing.... and I am glad that I picked yours tonight.....