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Death's Final Echoes
 

 



A soundless journey toward the skies
To take some day when we fail to rise
A timeless space where we shall dwell
afterwards,we to earth,shall bid farewell


the trip we shall make will have no end!!!
it's like a trance beyond reach of hand!
the way we shall take will be no way
it's where we are ever thought to stay


i fear the day when the countdown will begin
sandclocks will stop and the dots end within
why then to live while we are doomed to die,?
why to stick to dust while bound to life high,?


whether to live or to die still is the question
''to be or not to be'' is my slogan and diction
death echoes my voiceless call
i think i will die, i am going to fall..


By web-designer

© 2009 web-designer (All rights reserved)

 

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