How colorful prism is
The last color we'll see is black
To be ever-last in a long deep sleep
And last sound to be heard is silent
Where all melodies and noises going to rest
We know last thing to own is never gold
But what remain for us is in our own
Heart, the chest for a soul
And the last word to say
Is only a beautiful goodbye
It may hurt ears to hear
But do know
Whatever comes, at last
Silent will replace
And black will cover your face
Just what we stay to perceive later
It could be all...all but remain in heart only
Here now our souls writing life history
Of long years, colorful and melody
That someday may also come in ugly and noisy
But someday be ended in black and stay silently
Heart will endure all before end the world
To be lasting in a very last word
To say, to hear
A beautiful Goodbye
Burying in eternity
Prism color in a long dream
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Every thing start with something
Even a something is a beginning
When it has a beginning it must be ending
End will be last...and it can be everlast
the starting was so good, , it straight away makes your interest in the poem, , , and so was the rest of the poem, , , amazing work, , , ,
A well thought penning.... anything earthly, once it begins there will be an end.... this is a process. well written
A last, final goodbye. Soul, this makes me think of eternity of existence, but an eternity apart. When all fades away, and the passion slips by, it is always possible to exist. But all things once meaningful have slipped away, perhaps into obscurity forever. What remains of life? Terrific verse, Soul.
Great work as always, remember the last can also be the first.
The last colour will be black The last sound will be silent The lasting word will be Good bye Everlasting is ending. Beautiful write from your pen. Loved reading your poems. You always come up with something different.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right perception has got powerful presentation and the effect is tremendous. A good sharing Soul..