Tag: dying
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The Art of Dying
There’s a certain beauty to life alone. A certain finesse to the fine art of dying in no ones arms but your own.I’ve lost count of the seconds slowly rolling into days.Those things were never ours anyway.It’s funny … The noises your mind will come up with to keep time floating in oceans with little…
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Dying Days
I love the moment of evening When the day clings with increasing desperation Painting the sky in smoky pinks and hazy grays With a bleary brush of dying days. Perhaps it says much about me That I would prefer to watch The slow extinguish of the day’s flame Than the brilliant lighting After the darkest…
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The Subtlety of Dying
WordPress Daily Prompt – Thorny What did it feel like? Dying I mean? Was it cold? Or wet? Kind of like being born again? Was it light, Or dark? Or maybe a bit of both? Did you know then, When it happened I mean? Did you see God? Heaven and Hell? Or was it just…
Kelley Farrell 