Goodbyes
The raven comes and the raven flies
Now it’s time to say goodbyes
A skeletal hand now reaches out
It’s time to leave without a doubt
The nightingale sings his final song
He knew this would happen all along
The skies weep and the clouds cry
They all know it’s time to say goodbye
And now the time has come
My melancholy life is finally done
Just like a flower that wilts and dies
It’s my time to say goodbye
Goodbye, good night to all I love
I was nothing if not a silent dove
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Aglaophonos
You don't know me. Even if you had met me you probably won't remember. And that's exactly as i planned it. I am unknown, yet my voice shall be heard. I am no one and everyone, I am the voice hidden within. I am the unheard stories left behind. Fear or respect i do not ask for either from anyone. All i ask is that you read my poetry and let my voice be heard.
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