The day I died
I looked me in the eye
A morning sun held high
And bled the morning dry
The day I died
Speculation ran rife
One missive kept secret
Rendered the white sheets alive
The day I died
Good beauty that all adore
Grazed the sheen in quiet
Until the brown was no more
The day I died
There my body lay
In this eternal respite
Where earth is now at bay
1 comment:
i like this poem.
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