The Last Phase
The Last Phase
The sun was blazing
gently parting the puffy clouds
winking to the whistling wind
oblivious of the ominous presence
springing up a pungent finish
The end was dreadful
as the day was gray
he was drained of life
alas denied of hope
without emotion
putting his pleads
at bay
with him calling out
in vain
as there emerge
flashes of hope
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