Last Breath Poem by Jorge Alexandre
Last Breath
Why Is all too soon goodbye,
And to sweet hello I mourn.
Simple wings of seraphic heaven,
Show no compassion, no remorse
For my adored.
Each wing of the butterfly,
Is a guillotine blade ready to erase,
Like a pencil to a book,
The head is to the blade.
Erasing all thy memories,
Thy thoughts thou thought thou hadst,
Well no longer will you have that,
As you have breathed your last.
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