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Dying

At life's final sorry end
she comes on mighty wings.
She picks me up carefully
and to me gently sings.

A lullaby of calm and quiet
of peace eternally.
And in my ear she whispers
"Together finally".

Her skin is polished marmor
her eyes forever deep
So in Death's loving arms
I gently fall asleep.




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Publicerad 2008-09-22 19:55



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