The Meadow
I feel myslef upons the meadows sigh
where thoughts could yell and then they cry
and memories ask where could they lay
so my eyes could watch my life's old plays
and then I reach the meadows hand
In me I hopes it understands
that my blood seems to drip too slow
to feed this meadows lovely glow
I feel my back begin to rise
above this meadows lovely sighs
and my thought becomes no more
as my life reaches one last door
and my memories begin to ramble
the meadow tells me love is a gamble
but with my last breath I see the light
in this meadow, I die tonight...
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