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I meant to find Her when I came—
Death—had the same design—
But the Success—was His—it seems—
And the Surrender—Mine—
I meant to tell Her how I longed
For just this single time—
But Death had told Her so the first—
And she had past, with Him—
To wander—now—is my Repose—
To rest—To rest would be
A privilege of Hurricane
To Memory—and Me.
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Comments3Wow, "A privilege of Hurricane to Memory—and Me" hits hard. Pretty deep stuff for homework.
This piece really touches on the tragic struggle between love and mortality. So captivating and poignant.
DanTheMan90 commented: "Just read 'I meant to find Her when I came', made me kinda sad to be honest. Seemed like it was about someone missing their chance to explain their feelings before losing a loved one. Very deep, kinda hits harder when ya think about it. Life's crazy like that sometimes you know, don't put off what you can say today, might not get another chance."