If I die before you wake
meekly crushed under debris
or drowned in our golden lake
before I attain my innermost desires
in the Castle’s patio deep in the clouds
my fleshless vestiges are buried;
while your prayers mock the crow’s sounds
and my words in no tombstone are graved…
If you dress the mourning vest,
floating aloof in the celestial space,
and tears sliding to your unspoiled breast;
dream all the details of my remembrance.
It is in the past of an ungoverned land
my spirit wandering my final repose;
I will send words for you to understand;
You can be still trampled in the joy’s course.
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Written February 14th, 2006
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Joao,you surprise me with your beautiful words!They are not like any other one I know and that’s when I confess your style is unique!!
It was a painful Elegy! So painful that I felt sad..I did like it and it’s the power of your poem that transfer the feeling to me,too.Afarin Joao..afarin
Thanks for sharing this with us
~Massy~
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Oh, you know how much women live more than men, and I had a such careless life..I am sure My page will be full of roses
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If you die before me, I'll place a
every week on your page ( cause I live to far to visit your grave). But if I die before you, you write me a very happy and cheerful poem, ok
This is a very good poem, talks about death, yes, but in a beautiful way.
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morbid o.o kinda sorta...but I love it
its beautiful still.
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Aww. =( Good poem, Oro Dude.
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