A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, June 30, 2012
She opened her eyes
And looked at the dull ceiling,
Praying to see sky.
One dying voice can
Drown out the words of a man
Who's never been lost.
Five for three to one.
Dreams come and go so quickly.
One day you'll lose them.
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