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Death
(Warning ⚠️ : This poem is a work of imagination and is not related to the poet in any way. Enjoy! )
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One dreamy night, I thought of the death,
Every rumours about it takes away my breath.
Is it a dream? Or death is a word?
Every ways to avoid it feels so absurd.
How can I show the world? That I can't tolerate to die!
I want to live until I see the next July.
But no one knows when their body will get cold,
Maybe, in the youngest phase or the Times of the old.
Thought of a way to dodge the unforgivable,
Be it a elixir or a miracle.
The clock striked midnight when I had heartfelt desires.
Calm like the pond but what burned the heart was the will of fire.
A voice of my heart told me to cherish my youth.
I snapped out my imagination because death is our truth.
© Fifa 🦋
_________________________________
One dreamy night, I thought of the death,
Every rumours about it takes away my breath.
Is it a dream? Or death is a word?
Every ways to avoid it feels so absurd.
How can I show the world? That I can't tolerate to die!
I want to live until I see the next July.
But no one knows when their body will get cold,
Maybe, in the youngest phase or the Times of the old.
Thought of a way to dodge the unforgivable,
Be it a elixir or a miracle.
The clock striked midnight when I had heartfelt desires.
Calm like the pond but what burned the heart was the will of fire.
A voice of my heart told me to cherish my youth.
I snapped out my imagination because death is our truth.
© Fifa 🦋
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