The Art Of Dying Poem by Alejandro Velez
The Art Of Dying
Cold air sorrounds me now.
Clouds carress my face daily.
Wings i have now taking care of me.
Endless freedom is all i can see.
Fire feels so nice somehow.
Stones grace my skin every night.
Nails are keeping me alive not killing me.
Endless freedom is all i can see.
The art of living is to breath.
The art of dying is die trying.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 3:51:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
