The dying PoetA Poem by C. Lee Battaglia...The dying Poet Written by: C. Lee Battaglia And my life is ebbing low, Throw the windows widely open: Light! more light! before I go Let the sunshine pass over me let it play around my bed, And into the dimly lighted valley Onwards, lonely I must tread Light! more light! for death is near Darkness is here waning sight And I would look towards her Through the earthly light And she would be there waiting;
There she'd be ever so bright, As the dying poet whispers It's a glorious day for light, more light. © 2018 C. Lee BattagliaAuthor's Note
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12 Reviews Added on April 10, 2018 Last Updated on April 10, 2018 Tags: hope, love, true love, inspirational AuthorC. Lee BattagliaAlpine, UTAboutMy name is C. Lee Battaglia and I love to read… I read so much that my Mom grounds me from reading and tells me to go do something else. I am 20 years old. I hated reading when I was little .. more..Writing
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