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Cynthia Buhain-baello

Manila, Philippines

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Manila, Philippines

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When I shall die
And in my casket lie,
No more to hear
The songs I love so dear,
Lost in deep slumber
Gone will be my laughter,
And no more to weep
In my eternal sleep,
My eyes will be closed
Like a withered red rose,
I'll fade like the setting sun
But no, my writing's not yet done.

Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.01.16

Cynthia Buhain-baello

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,peace,writing

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 31 July 2016

No more to hear The songs I love so dear, Lost in deep slumber Gone will be my laughter, And no more to weep In my eternal sleep, My eyes will be closed Like a withered red rose, Beautiful lines in the lovely poem. Thanks for the sharing of the poem.10 for it. Subhas

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