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This was originally written as a "death poem" exercise. |
| Welcome sweet death, release from pain Death comes quietly in the window, seeking me, and I open my arms to embrace it Take me from this wretched path I walk, into your cold arms I have longed for the silent peace you offer The cold kiss on my brow The last ragged breath I take sets me free Thank you for coming so quickly, when I called -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “The Pen is the tongue of the mind.”- Miguel De Cervantes |