When I shall die
And in my casket lie,
No more to hear
The songs I love so dear,
Lost in deep slumber
Gone will be my laughter,
And no more to weep
In my eternal sleep,
My eyes will be closed
Like a withered red rose,
I’ll fade like the setting sun
But no, my writing’s not yet done.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.01.16
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