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These Dying Eyes
Over tepid seas of tranquility
My mind is awash with the ability
To sail to the edge of oblivion's breadth
For this is the day and the hour of my death
I fear not the impending darkness to come
But take solace in life's fruition and sum
Each step taken was a revelation sown
Down the path of hope and the roads unknown
The bonds that were laid and solidified
The dreams that were made, the ones cast aside
The women I held under a starlit sky
And those that I glimpsed as they passed me by
The friends and family that I'll now soon part
The love taken with me in this mortal heart
No poet or scholar could ever surmise
The grandeur witnessed by these dying eyes
Copyright ©
Randy Freie
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