The Final Breath
Staring the sky , whispering towards the star,
full moon rise upon the winter sky.
"Talk spirit talk grant the hopeless person a wish,
reflect upon the sky and teach how to preach".
Lying with one breath left on the bed,
tears stream running as the memory flash back.
One last blink and close it forever,
body grows cold like the air in winter.
Nothing's left , the one last sigh end with a void,
the air dances as the body becomes cloyed.
The richness of death and the poor life
was toyed by the hands of the sweet bitter love.
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