Thy last voice cast a silence spell,
Avow'd thee a dream to the last.
Thy last wan gaze upon me fell,
Ensures forlorn woe for e'er last.
If thy last kiss is our farewell,
The breath it borrows is my last.
No chime but for a parting bell,
Alas, at last, will last—the last.
7/04/2025
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Author:
Parsa (
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- Published: July 5th, 2025 02:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A strong play on words in this poem as it makes its point. A fun read
Thank you
This is the best poem ive read today. I love the classic style. You are a beautiful poet with beautiful words, written beautifully.
Thank you for your beautiful words. I'm so happy you enjoyed the classic style; it's a form I love.
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