poemranker ::death by crwncka1

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Free verse № 62668

death

Member since 2003 · Posted 28 Aug 2003 · 2 comments

I hear a bird chirping, faintly from the far, I look outside to see, nothing but darkness there, something inside tells me, that I have arrived, to a place, where time means nothing, everything is silent now, my soul has cleared, all the useless air, back home from the far, to rest in peace

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2 comments

[1] horus8 28-Aug-03/2:18 PM Reply
I like how you made me say thar, but that was quick lived.1.
[0] Don-Quixote 28-Aug-03/3:03 PM Reply
title sucks.. death is a dead subject, it takes a master to give it life, your not fit for the job.. 0