Life if granted to the living, would be granted by she
For by her living, life was given me
Now in her dying breath, my own was taken me
There is nothing else but death, if life has forsaken she
Life if granted to the living, I pray, would be granted by me
For I’d give my life to alive keep her be
If nothing there be left of her, nothing be left of me
I have cast myself off with her, awake to the floor of the sea
By her side, sleeping breathless, you’ll there find me
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This is written in a different lingo than I would usually use. I wrote it as an epithet to one of my characters, by one of my characters as more of an exercise than as actual text.
I liked the lilt and rhythm it presented, and fell in love with how it turned out. It isn't for everyone. But I write in many different styles. So not everything I do will strike the right chord with people.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
