In shadows deep, my whispers fade,
These fragile breaths, a serenade.
In twilight's grasp, I now descend,
My final words, a silent blend.
Through echoes of the past, they glide,
Unspoken tales, where secrets hide.
In silence, find the truth I've sown,
My last words, to you, are known.
Though I depart this mortal plane,
My essence lingers, a ghostly chain.
In memories, my voice shall play,
My last words, they'll never sway.
So listen closely, hearts entwined,
For in these verses, my soul you'll find.
In poetry, my spirit's flight,
My last words, an eternal light.
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You should really consider submitting this to Vocal's Writing Awards, it's beautiful, I'm happy to nominate your work if you're interested... https://awards.vocal.media/nomination?grsf=patrick-pktzat
Great poem! Very great! Gazoogabloga!
Lovely