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When The Breath Would Stop

Oneday when the breath would stop
Let the world run like a bird's hop.
No pain would penetrate my soul
I would hear ocean's everlasting howl;

Perhaps I would be at clamouring Dover,
Clashes of pebble-civilization to hear;
Perhaps I would be in grey churchyard
To note sad notes of Nightingale bird.

My melancholy mind would mournfully be mixed
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Tuesday, August 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: art,death
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