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The last sonnet to Failte
Pen of your youth it can’t rewrite the time
Nor even uttering those words from ink—
That you bestowed to us in just one blink,
As all of those were just a passing prime.
You set the day in monochrome with rhyme
That paints the bitterness of life--in brink
Of dawn, your mortal breath will fall and sink—
In melancholy from a rusted chime,

And yet your poetries were penned to last,
(Each phrase will live in spite that you’re not here)
Though death has always give a certain fear—
To all, but firefly's light shines with stardust
Above the passageway of you, if trust—
Sustain; we’ll meet again there in His sphere.

(c) 2019 Veronica Gray

By amberdusk

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