My Last Farewell
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I write upon a marble, so ebony black
It is hard to begin my heart in tears
My nib is fine, the ink golden.
People must stop to see
For now my life is worthless, as her life is spent
By a reckless mad driver, more half drunk .
As I write on marble, I think I'll kill that punk.
Maybe I can find some rifle or rent
A grim weapon to kill that flea.
Need to be embolden
Steel myself, be full of courage, face full of glares.
It's the only way to be back on track..
But I know I'll not do it, her ghost will be back.
I will spend my whole life in weary years
The nib works fine, its style olden
So beautiful and free
Our story I expose and I only repent.
I kneel down and pray till the sun has sunk.
1 February 2021
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