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Perfect Ending

Poetry By: UnspokenSoul22

I threw some words together, and got this.

Submitted:Nov 26, 2008    Reads: 207    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Sorrow is just but a tear,
One that all shall have wept,
Whether life decree it,
Or death portray it.
Tears are but a path,
A path through the night,
Simply just to guide,
To be the lantern's light.
The past is gone,
Rind of future foreboding,
Core of present depressing,
Ghost of the unknown forever haunting.
A blank page,
Conceives the end,
Here's thee unknown,
Strikes forth again.
Fruitless tree,
Of empty sea,
Tempts the mind,
To ponder thee,
If there shall ever be,
Truly an end.


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