Dead Dreaming Poem by Alogah James

Curled up in her hands,
His beginning is present at the end.
Crushed with dreams and aspirations,
Her cries resonate the earth.
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Fitted with feathers to fly,
He now lies with broken wings.
Fast and furiously, the perpetrator flees.
Her teary gaze tears through the toughest tickers.
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Born to die, and dies to live,
He now flies and floats above the clouds.
Beyond the skies with scenes of bliss,
Her heart is helped by hopes of Heaven.
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