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There he lays, here I stand.
Silently nearing,
I take his hand as if it’s a fragile flower.
Fading, my son is, fading
Like the Autumn fades into the deathly Winter.
His breaths are narrowing.
I’m left defenseless,
As Death claims my son.
My son, mine alone.
And like the Autumn,
He fades away.




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hiddenprincess said...
today at 8:05 am:
That was beautiful. In so few words you put a lot of emotion in it. Keep writing!
 
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today at 12:47 pm :
I Agree, so much emotion.
 
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today at 6:37 pm :
Thank you soooo much! I'm glad that you enjoyed it!
 
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illuminated_darkness said...
yesterday at 9:51 pm:
That was tragically beautiful.
 
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