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One last look back at the dress I wore
For years that now seem moments;
Some sad, teary faces silent and tired
Know that I am gone away.
This was what I had tried to deny
That I would one day come away
From those I loved and those not-loved,
Not seen by them here again.
But I am free of pain and hurt,
Of hunger, need and despair.
This is the final release, free from all
I linger a moment and move on.
They say, “She passed away.”
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1 comment:
Short and moving poem.Great writing
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