Dying

Dying

A Poem by BiroPen

Ice-cold,
Slowly dying.

Falling,
But feels like flying.

Darkness,
Or ghostly shadows.

Movement,
Or windy meadows.

Calmness,
Before a storm.

Brightness,
Creates a form.

Walking,
But can't go back.

Enveloped,
In an endless black.

© 2013 BiroPen


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Added on December 2, 2013
Last Updated on December 2, 2013

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