By this babbling brook I lay
Cold and unblinking
My life suddenly forsaken
Taken
The stone, by my head it lays,
Covered in the red of who I used to be,
As dark as the midnight sky
And as I look to the setting sun,
My life floats away on the babbling brook.
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dessiel (
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Forsaken taken sounds nice to say:)
WELCOME DESS ~ thanks for your first poem !
In a shady nook ~ By a babbling brook ~ All our life can just float away ~ It happens ! Thanks for sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my PETS POEM ~ Thanks B.
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