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Beaken

January 20, 2011
By MarieAM BRONZE, Santa Clara, California
MarieAM BRONZE, Santa Clara, California
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Beaken of light.
So gentle and bright
Please guide me
Help me live through this night.
Why am I ill?
Why can't I die?
I just want to be free,
not sick again.

Oh beaken of light!
Please free me!
Let me free of this world!
Let me live! Let me live!
Why do you fade?
Why do you leave?
Oh light, how I love thee!
Even though you dissappear.
I know I will see you again.
Maybe when I am old and well.
I die in my sleep, but I do not fret.
I see your brightens, glowing, shimmering.
Thank you beaken.
You have let me live.


The author's comments:
When death is close, you start to think, what will happen, and what will you see. What inspired me to write this is death itself.

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