My Everything Dies Poem by Alexander Thompson
My Everything Dies
Everything dies,
mute porcelan form,
cooling soul make way for precious tears,
a babe thats snatched from the cradle,
the softest of us all,
childs body adorns my hands,
lump of caring,
petals for eyelids smile on his face,
teeth enguaged grin and bear it,
lay him softly drest,
prince of my dreams enjoy your solem rest,
your friend is sorely left,
and waits here at your request.
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4/24/2024 11:48:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A cool poem exploring mortality nice attempt but can u just explin the alst part of the poem to me :))