There are things in life, you see?
Things that happens everyday.
Fetus bound in her set free,
Till he leaves the only way.
It's so silly to fear the end,
It's found in all that began,
We should see it as a friend;
Freedom from the locks of man.
I'd lived my life to the full,
And made my prints on the sand,
I'd lived by this special rule,
"Shine so bright and be the brand!"
Don't cry for me when I'm gone,
Keep the flowers for the sick.
Let my memories live on,
As a balm and not a prick.
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Vittorio_topaz
YOU ARE READING
THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
