DEATH

The fragrance of a sweet flower faints,

The color of a perfect rose withers away..

One once curve line straightens out,

A pair of bright eyes turns pitch black,

hallow,

..that is how you looked at me.

Death.

We were once the rhythm of a song,

.. now it does not have a tune.

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~ by annie019 on September 9, 2012.

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