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Dreaming of a Death
Pale, distant,
Memories, all covered with frost.
They haunt the quiet moments,
And slowly creep from the shadows.
Hours spent
Reliving
A past that
Did not exist.
What will become
Of a life-
Spent dreaming
Of a death?
For me, this is the most
For me, this is the most touching and beautiful of your poems! You really captured the emotion in a very concise manner.
Thank You!!!
I'm happy that you enjoy my poetry so much, and I'm even happier that you care enough to comment! Thank you very much. :D
-Lala