This poem explores themes of death, loss, and fading life through imagery of crushed stars, a dead soul, frail dawn sounds, and winds that blow over fading memories. Despite the body experiencing turmoil and crises with a pumping heart facing its final beats, the mind facing delirium, the dying person's final message to a loved one is one of love.
This poem explores themes of death, loss, and fading life through imagery of crushed stars, a dead soul, frail dawn sounds, and winds that blow over fading memories. Despite the body experiencing turmoil and crises with a pumping heart facing its final beats, the mind facing delirium, the dying person's final message to a loved one is one of love.
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This poem explores themes of death, loss, and fading life through imagery of crushed stars, a dead soul, frail dawn sounds, and winds that blow over fading memories. Despite the body experiencing turmoil and crises with a pumping heart facing its final beats, the mind facing delirium, the dying person's final message to a loved one is one of love.
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Where my soul is dead and the body slumbers, Hearing the frail sounds of the sullen dawn, Like frost Voices in the mountains chambers.
Every wind that blows over my hair,
the past also blows the things that I've heir, Petals of roses fell down thus be bald, Blood of stagnancy circulates in my veins.
Despite of those body turmoils, crises,
Though heart keeps pumping to its final pumps, And mind would face his most fatal delirium, Still Body and soul will deliver it's Final message to you, I love you...