When the coffin lid is closed behind me,
And the hammers begin to knock sadly,
The forgotten sweetheart will cling to the boards fin
With a tearful face, swollen with longing.
I’ant disturb by her tears oozing
I will not move at damp mortal board chess:):
Now Earthly passions mean nothing,
For t’dead need neither sorrow nor sadness…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Well creation
When the time is come little else matters after. A rather solemn poem that speaks the truth. Nicely said
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