Is It Poetry
When I Died - Poem by Is It Poetry
You always looked away.
I never thought to see you all laid out.
Dressed like that the town shoud weep.
How I thought your lips now closed apart.
The breeze the leaves the weeping trees.
I paused but did not stop.
I did not stop.
But when I died
the light the dark I gave it all away.
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