Death
When there is none to love me,
I shall go for the eternity.
You must feel lonely on that day,
You must cry but will have nothing to say.
We all have come to go
But by death one goes forever.
Death is such you must know,
We have gone through it come back never.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Death | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
| Love for You | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
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