On the other side,
Of the face, I know.
Darkness clouds,
The soul I see.
Forgotten I weep,
For the love I once had.
Looking onto the abandoned shore,
Where a life soon started.
A progression through death,
Is all I request.
To burn the joy,
From my weakened heart.
To venture far,
From the world, I knew.
The embrace of light closes,
As the dark side of death moves in.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2019 12:05
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