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The Last Walk

I walk myself to the place i know.

Where your presence resides.

Where we made a thousand vows.

Beneath the stars we watched the world side by side.

 

As i step into the forest.

To where you will eternally rest.

The greens around makes me feel so out of place.

My heart beats so unsteady with every pace.

 

To the power of time i shall succumb.

My old body has gone completely weak and numb.

Before the world i stand alone to take my path.

Many years ago against your passing i have released my wrath.

 

I find your river...

I find your trees...

Gleaming like silver...

Soft as a see breeze...

 

For i am coming for you very soon.

Steady as the radiant moon.

Magical as the lullaby the trees croon.

Yet sweet as a promised boon.

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fred-mccarthy
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Published
Dec 11, 2010
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