Our DeathA Poem by R.A. GarciaClose to me, she found her death, By my side, she found no rest, How I tried, I did my best, To love her wholly, and forget the rest.
It is hard, to watch her go, Where she went, I don't know, Is she with, the angels high, Or down below, where tears flow by.
If I knew, I'd go insane In her death, I've found my fame, I sit here, in this cold black rain, On these tracks, I'll find my train.
Here comes my death again! © 2014 R.A. Garcia |
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Added on March 14, 2014 Last Updated on March 14, 2014 Author
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