White rose petals flutter
Around the fountain
No one dares stop the
Flow of things but one
Man
He sits down at the edge
Of the fountain and
Closes his eyes taking
A deep breath and says
With a smile
"Finally, I'm home."
And stopes breathing
He died with a perfect smile
And a warm home
Poem by me
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𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙨
Puisi1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
