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The Last Bath

I lie naked amidst a crowd
Small, but weeping with hands wet
Crows flew, and faltered aloud
Echoed at my statue with no sweat.

Songs of the past chimed in my ears
Friends in my life smiled the last
Along with the water there is tears
And when men remember, the futility of lust.

And when they wipe even the last drop
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Full Moon 19 September 2012

intense emotion wrapped in simple words. LIKE

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Eindaray Kyaw 18 September 2012

Really wonderful poem with amazing idea to compose about a statue...I appreciate this! !

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