The last thing I saw,
Before I let my breath leave me,
Before the soul break free,
I saw you.
Before I fell to the ground,
Before my head sank down,
You caught me,
with the spear of yours.
Straight to this little heart of mine,
straight to where I put you before,
Somehow,I can sense a smile,
on my face.
And somehow,I saw your face,
with a tear glistening in your eyes.
We are the droplets of unvoiced matters, forming a puddle full of mud of our thoughts - forced out or poured down, it doesn't matter.
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