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Sharply fading away to nothing
Sight, sound, feelings converge, to point sublime,
Until what once was so, is barely there.
As last gasp grasp exhales slip-away time,
Ear, eye strain to catch last glimmer of care.
Fleeting touch lost, dulls to memory bliss,
As soft caress on fingertip so light.
Begs the mind's grip to grasp what senses miss,
As feelings slip into cold heartless night.
You strain to catch the last requiem note.
The faintest whisper of a distant call,
Echoing faint, each refrain more remote,
Straining to be heard, memory's recall.
The decline to vanishing point so sharp,
It cuts to the quick of grip on cliff's scarp,
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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