No one here will now rejoice,
Standing at your place of rest,
Mellifluous music lost its voice
With secrets in your chest.
Your breath had softly pressed
A flower for love to linger;
In my dreams you’re still caressed,
A ring’s still on your finger.
This may be my one last visit,
Horror’s living longer;
Torrid, turbulent, once exquisite,
What kills me makes me stronger.
Beautiful
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🙏🏻👊🏻😊
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It’s so moving Nick 👊🏻
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I had in mind An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare when I wrote this. A blend of inspiration and memory.
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