by on February 8, 2019
In this Rhyme With your spirit gone what else remain? This world cannot its riches boast For a jewel in sorrow's light but plain When Life takes what you love the most. I am but Death undone, an empty shell A ghost where once my blood did flow And doomed this lonely world to dwell This burial ground no other death need know. The most vivid sounds I hear but mute to me Its brightest colors are only coldly dull The only taste I have is for eternity To take me from this place Life...
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