She lies still,
Unmoving,
In the light of the glistening moon.
The wind and the water are quiet for her.
The earth cannot bear that she
Will not be with them much longer.
Her only condolence
Is that she will be the dying girl's
Final bed.
Departing, she gives one last smile to the world
Who has been so unkind.
And her last breath,
Like few, is a sigh of relief.
"remember me when I'm gone"
she whispers.
"But please move on.
I wasn't made for this world, my dears,
So do not cry.
Instead, simply look to the stars,
And whisper goodbye."
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My Random Thoughts
Poetrycompletely random things going on in my life that i need to express - mostly in poetry form (I'm slowly editing and adding poems. I made a majority of these when I was in middle school and had no clue what I was doing. Sorry for that.)
