A Dead Poet

IX

-09/09/99999

Dear dead diary ,

(In continuation....)

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Her belief in love ,
Was now, torn apart
A joyous girl ,
she used to be.
Now, left alone,
in solitary .

Eventually ,
Being exhausted ,
With the painful life ,
Slowly and slowly ,
She closed her feeble eyes
Letting inside her,the pious air ,
She took the last breath,
Hoping ,
For a never ending sleep .

She murmured within herself,
"I want my true love back...",
Came out the words,
from those scarlet lips ,
As though ,
Making her last wish .....
Finally,
Closing her eyelids ,
She fell in the deep sleep...

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(To be continued.....)

Hate,

Anna.