The Day I Die
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My words yield you a calm blue sky.
I shall die, albeit on a spring morning.
It could be a misty frosty time to pray.
Maybe a cold, misty October evening.
A little rain, sun, or haze won't stop you.
I shall die, albeit on a spring morning.
Even so, it will be another quiet view.
A fiction of the memory, a sad joke.
A little rain, sun, or haze won't stop you.
That day, my eyes were alike black oak.
My body was almost as cold as a pebble.
A fiction of the memory, a sad joke.
I'll be whisked away in a deep aisle.
I'm pushing my lucid dreams behind.
My body was almost as cold as a pebble.
Final verse's vibes stuck in my mind.
My words yield you a calm blue sky.
I'm pushing my lucid dreams behind.
It could be a misty frosty time to pray.
( Not for a contest )
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2021
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