ForetelA Poem by Randolf RamosTo foretel, this doesn't make you feel depress? well I do.To foretel this illustrious shadow Life wither in time passing Without antidote from venom, long passed from ancestral vein.
This death that all will succumb Stinging the core of the soul Bane for those who seek cure To foresee its face is quite depressing.
Death kiss, sting not in your old fashion way Lay your lips onto mine, without much to say The toil journey, I long proclaim Through your lips, I knew your kiss before I came. © 2011 Randolf RamosAuthor's Note
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