Dying is an artA Poem by GeeOr so she said !
What of the mind so troubled
that lucidity all but gone and the only sound drear, sombre notes ne'er the cheerfulness of song. What of the mind so troubled that the future not a thought and death is a friend whose companionship every decade insanely sought. What of the mind so troubled that love leads only to death and there finally peace in an angels arms a full stop as a final breath... © 2020 GeeAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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