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Poems is one of the most interesting thing that I love to do with. In fact, I collected several poems already here in the net to featured here in my site. I just love to share with you those amazing poems I meet and read here. Besides, it is really inspiring and to think that poetry writers are inspired to wrote all those lovely and inspirational poems. In fact, just recently I look thru over here in the net to find a great poem to share with you and guess what? I did really found a great one! Here…

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Her Last Song

By: Austin Lobo

It’s no secret now, everyone knows
It’s my shoulder the night uses to cry,
My bedroom with six hundred windows,
My feet where the truth comes to die.

My pillow where the moon can’t stop weeping,
While the tide washes the prints in the sand,
Those eyes that seek out new meaning,
Your scarred, broken soul in my hands.

This pulse that’s been chained to your sorrow,
Dandelions amidst lilies of snow,
Someday I will see through your disguise,
Someday pick my name from your lies.

Till then, I’ll hide my soul in your scrapbook,
With the photographs there and the moss,
And I’ll yield to the flood of your innocence,
With my cheap guitar and my cross.

And you may carry me down to the darkness,
Wipe my slate with a flick of your wrist.
Take this verse, this accursed harness–
It’s yours now; it’s all that there is.

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So, how did you find the said poem I found? Well, I guess for me it is somehow one of the great poem I’ve meet so far!… Hope you guys will be inspired to start your day right after reading this poem!… Have a great day everyone!

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