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Goodbye

The pallid frost of her skin 

shone a winter's moonlight 

Her tributaries of ocean blue

fell tranquil 

Gently sagging into noble retirement 

Her last breath 

fondly drifting through familiar chambers, 

extinguishing each final lustre 

of  home

 

It groaned a sweet goodbye 

 

Time to rest, ma'am 

Time to rest

🌷(8)

Queen

◄ Our Lily

I Hope ►

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