The Lady in Red
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(I received inspiration to write this poem from seeing a picture of the Lady in Red, a beautiful, well preserved dead woman inside an alcohol filled casket.)
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Till death do us apart. I vowed to love her till my last breath; this chance was handed to me rather sooner. I tasted death earlier, an accident, a terrible tragedy. And end to my existence and God had put in another realm of being. I became a ghost, a spirit, or a wandering soul. I saw a world without me and my people living it. An atrocious unfolding of sentiments and a daily dying ghost. A taste of death and I was served with unbearable solitude.
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