Not with a bang but with a whimperA silent protestFor the heart-brokenThe ones with hollowed eyesDepraved and decayedTheir souls slashed and frayedGoodbye o'9She could not be mineBut thenNothing could, really.Goodbye(*** Many thanks to TS Eliot for the first two lines ***)
poems are beautiful...i have enjoyed reading each one of them!!!
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