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A Forgotten Tune
A forgotten tune Nestled between the medians, shaded in gray He lies in the coffin, as the words still boiled Burning his mouth, Lips still wound shut Never releasing a breath, with a face still stale From the lifeless air, he’s met just years before And as I stood there, I saw his lips gapping open Releasing from its clutches, the final expression of emotion Like the waves from the ocean, it just crashed and retreated But the birds, they still sang, never disturbed By the final yet silent moan, no, they continued to sing The most beautiful morbid tune, harmonic to my ears I finally turned and walked away, with the tune still in my ear |
uppin please...
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pretty good
but improve ur vocab a lil keep writing |
No^^, this is a great piece, not to open, but you left the words to the imagination, nice vocab, a little short, but it was still imaginative...nice job..1
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