My Poetry
Eyes tell Death
As I walk in the corridor of time
I relinquish my memories
I look,
slowly into the inescapable future.
there are lights,
so many bright and coloured lights,
shining,
shining into my weary eyes,
as I continue noises ring in my ears,
they are so unreal,
so weird,
the light is getting brighter,
the noise fades,
I must be dreaming,
Suddenly,
the corridor ends
the lights dim,
my eyes
my eyes are closing.
Goodnight Earth !
Good morning Heaven !
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