Words of a Dying Poet
Words of a dying Poet
My queen now I am near to my grave
Please have this last word of mine
I have lost my visual gift yes you know
My born as weak as a melting rubber
Please have this last word of mine
Bury it in your heart
I am a warrior, has fought many battles
I am a dreamer,and you know that
Please have this last word of mine
Be a dreamer that dreams beyond sight
Go after your heart
Be your self, and do your best
We've been together for some decades now
Yes the truth must be said, not in the grave
You are the best among the rest
Surely shall you glitter twinkle sparkle
Your pen is your strength make good use of it
Goddess is what you are, the power is yours
My queen do remember this my last word
For I am once a dreamer and good thinker like you
You have that paradise in you
Build it now,if really you want live a holy life
Go after your heart I said again
I am weak, my hair has turn grey
My eyes has gone back to my skull
I no longer breath as required
Only three teeth remain in my mouth
My tongue has lost its power of taste
All parts of my body has gone before me
Resting in my tomb waiting for my arrival
I am here and there
My body is here but, my spirit is there
Will soon join my ancestral train
Back to a new home, with new body
But the truth must be said now, not in my grave
Do all I said and the world will forever be yours
Bye until we meet in that holy palace.
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