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Joseph C Sep 2010
We could haveve watched the giants fall
But we had no stones to throw
Yesterday was for the young
Today we buried them as the old
I miss your wild eyes
And the way you kissed me like Judas
This feels like a fever dream
And I'm struggling to live through it
Lillian Harris Aug 2015
In the Garden of Memories
I tread softly
For dreams lay buried
Beneath the soil,
Freed from the
Binding ties
Of worldly toil

Auras etched in
Marble epitaphs
And sculpted
In statuaries,
Traces of warm
Remembrance
In the solitude
And stone.
Non omnis moriar-- "Not all of me shall die"
M yesdniL adnamA Apr 2019
"deformis puella! discesserit ab illa!"

eyes gone pale (for lack of light)
a sniffle is heard in the depths of night.
and whilst the candle shrinks, there becomes
a soft quiver of sound, the voice which barely hums.

"non omnis moriar."

— The End —