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Min mormor var en god människa med ett stort hjärta. Den här dikten är ämnad för henne och för alla andra som går bort av ålder. En ren och fridfull död, men oftast bortglömd.

The last words of Ana

Torn away the pages from rage
I cant reed it now when I have aged
I listen carefully and wishing deeply
Can someone hear me, anyone, somebody?
I light the candles and gaze at moon
Cradles my soul with its boon
I share my mind
My thoughts
My memories
And wish for to finally meet mercy..

Liquid, salty, the fall from my eyes
Stars reflecting, born and then dies
My voice is to old to be heard by you
Chilled voice, cracking, deep and blue
Warm light touches the darkness in my room
Let my mind wander, the memories bloom
I share my wish
My soul
My life
And reach for the stars that shines above..

Heaven kissed hell goodnight for the day
At twilight there is nothing more left to say
Colors painted the sky like a divine
I wish that the brush strokes where mine
The old pages were torn but my story will always live
This is the last words that I can give
I share my story
My birth
My death
And mercy took me away before my last breath...

Bunden vers (Rim) av Shadowscence
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Publicerad 2015-04-27 14:43

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