The last breath was relieving.
I felt all the prints in my body take in the air.
I felt all my senses at once and then no more.
I heard their thoughts but was not fast enough to reply.
A dance with death, that's what I call it.
It's swift and flawlessly.
I heard the music, the beat dropped suddenly.
Like the resonating, echoing sound of the gong.
It pierced my throat, nothing felt any longer.
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PoetryLike all other literature, poetry understands the act of word play. Poetry with just a few words expresses our deeper, emotional and conflicting thoughts. Tells a story and makes Known to it's us, facts. And the fact is poetry is you, me and everyon...
