sir Frederico Von Dubois II Poems

I am not a scholar. I am not profound.
Just a layman jotting it down.
To some poetry, but today i'm found.
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High Above the white church spire, a bell rings out heavy clank, shocking wave tones in the church steeple.
Grabbing me through my ear, shocking echos with every swing translating, shaking me to the core.
A chill runs up my spine and knocks into my brain.
Where disbelief and reality are embroiled in a knock down drag out.
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When the bell tolls in the church steeple for a loved one.
Sadness like a stinging autumn breath, will enter our lungs that are not ready.
The crisp, cold air, and the winds of change is in the air.
With blurring vision,
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My heart cries out the same anguish, pain of death.
Your light vanished without a trace.
I'm trapped within the hollow, the empty, chambers.
Slowing Echos upon the four corners of my heart.
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