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Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Goodbye

Frédéric Chopin On his Death bed
By Teofil Kwiatkowski
Prayer in session, and pluck from ascension
Now arisen anew,
Strenuously madden 
By the lonesome adieu 
The once sadden has risen, was long overdue 
His days are gladder, illuminates that shines through 
He smiles
A smile that ascends to mute-
He was once them, in their shoes
Taking those steps of mistakes, that tribute to his last goodbye 
This lonesome adieu- 
He watches his last days with closed eyes   
He hears, and he assume
 and his is right-
 His quintessence is no longer repressed 
His days on earth were numbered, and prolifically expressed
Within his soul, he knew it was over.
Not one cathartic feeling arose, just guilt, and pained that took over-
His sacrilege that brought him peace, silenced him
Into an forever moment of sleep-
He once drowned in his filth, 
Now he died upon roses
That were stolen from tears.
He was left speechless, without a sermon, yet with tranquility-
He knew this day would come, 
he prayed for it
And he's a happier man for this lonesome adieu. 
By Nailah D'arcy 

Amour Toujours

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