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Our souls are incoherent,
The life is not min no more
and God is standing at our door
The ways of life is long and hard,
the light it seems is fading fast,
The feeling of sorrow and despair
Is something that I do not share
The friends and loved ones gather round,
A funerals chiming echo
Of happy memories and laughter past on,
The life that we now praise
Is one of many in our days
Though I wish to say that it will be better
Life always takes another turn,
And surprise us with a sharp release
And with dying breaths we shall speak
Of our lives long gone
And hopes unleashed
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
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Written on 2006-03-13 at 09:08
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With dying breaths we shall speak
A fluttering of the brightest kind,Our souls are incoherent,
The life is not min no more
and God is standing at our door
The ways of life is long and hard,
the light it seems is fading fast,
The feeling of sorrow and despair
Is something that I do not share
The friends and loved ones gather round,
A funerals chiming echo
Of happy memories and laughter past on,
The life that we now praise
Is one of many in our days
Though I wish to say that it will be better
Life always takes another turn,
And surprise us with a sharp release
And with dying breaths we shall speak
Of our lives long gone
And hopes unleashed
Poetry by Christoffer Waye
Read 542 times
Written on 2006-03-13 at 09:08
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