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The Last Breath
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Poems, Adages, and Thoughts Cool death of winter holding your breath
Burning sun can hardly pierce the frozen sky
Barely a ray to warm your skin and light your eyes
Numbness creeps through the body, slowing a faintly beating heart
Sadness it brings, a feeling of reminiscence
Searching behind the haze of the present, into a blur of the past
Thinking of all you had, and those you love, brings a smile of contentment
What was lost and more will again be yours
Everything has happened, and with your last breath, it's done.
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beautiful. ~peace~ .........
beautiful.
~peace~
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
~~and with your last breath,
~~and with your last breath, it's done. ~~should be the ending of the poem where it finishes where it "ends". the last line is great but should be the second to the last line. Breath done is death, the ultimate closure, and the poem is completed on the last word literally... "done". A great poem, every line a fine write, well thought out and well executed. Like it a lot - Lady A
Agreed, thanks.
I agree, thank you for your feedback.
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