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Lily Valley Poem
Counting three , two, one, and closing those eye's
My last breath is shaky and smile is wrinkled,
The dried rose in my book has crumbled,
What a peaceful day to sleep, I still wonder,
The light infront of me is fading as the darkness wants to hug me tight,
It's arm's are on my shoulder giving me a soft smile,
The seven minutes of memories, the laughter's, the tear's, and whisper's are echoing in my mind, whether heaven or hell I must sleep tight,
The death hands over me a clock , ticking, three , two, and one.
Let's meet again in a new universe.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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Lily Valley Poem
Under a yellow lamp I wrote a letter,
Poured my heart on a paper,
The ink I used was my own blood,
A red crimson on a white pearl,
I placed it under a purple envelope,
Fold it with great adoration,
Let me pour the hot wax and seal it with precious florals
It was adorned with jems and stones,
The most shiny thing I could thought off
I post it using the postbox, but it was never received as the address was missing,
A letter without a home like a rose without it's thorns,
But I will keep sending my pieces of heart,
Until it can found a way back home.
Copyright © Lily Valley | Year Posted 2025
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