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Death

I am nanthasha The queen of the coast I have travelled and travelled no more I have worked and worked no more My grey hair has fallen and risen no more My ashes are scattered around Who killed me Look at him smiling and laughing I shall fight but how He has taken everything Even my soul is broken I have called for help But who would hear the tears of the dead My God will fight I hope I can rest my lonely soul Put back it's pieces and rest in my lord abode I am Natasha

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Date: 9/9/2017 3:34:00 PM
At least,resting at the Lord's abode is what everyone craves for. I'd discussed with him-death- that he can't feast on me, for by Rapture i'm pending.
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Date: 9/9/2017 5:05:00 AM
Welcome to PoetrySoup, Hidayat. Congrats for having your poem featured in the PoetrySoup homepage!! ;-)
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Date: 6/30/2017 10:11:00 AM
This is wonderful. I love your thoughts and apt creativity. Welcome to poetry soup.
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Date: 6/7/2017 1:17:00 PM
- New to Poetry Soup ... Welcome and thanks for your first poem, Hidayat :) - // Sun :)
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