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Eric Diaz Poem
Till I am free
Till I am found
What will become
Cannot be bound
To winter's call
To summer's fall
I'll walk the echoes like a hall
Minutes come
Minutes go
Till the days
Begin to grow
Till I am free
Till I am found
What has become
Cannot be bound
When minutes cease
When hours fail
Gentle whisper
Will avail
Taken yonder
Ever ponder
Till the moonlight
Is no longer
Hanging threaded
Fallen out of sweet adore
Saying ever, evermore
Copyright © Eric Diaz | Year Posted 2017
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Eric Diaz Poem
Ashes as snow
Falling down
A single tear
On palest cheek
A single fear
So far behind
Living pain
Fades to ceasing numb
Last light
A narrow sliver
Dim horizon
Oblivion
Embrace, dear friend
Sophia...
This is the end
For life can
No longer mend
Sophia
Divine, I adore
Sophia
Her gasping heart
One last beat
All falls apart...
Sophia
Life breathes no more
Copyright © Eric Diaz | Year Posted 2017
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