Eerily, notes of a piano play within intellect, reminding
of past visions that have been seen, images waving, let-
ting me know that I can be seen beyond the misty curtains
of death.
A deathbed of memories that can never forget that I once
belonged to them totally, now once more have been taken
from the throes of death and brought back into life to
live some more here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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