on mortality.
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The final act, a murmur of that one last truth,
no gentle moulting of the flesh, no kind exhalation of breath.
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No – a raspy sigh of the ravages of the years,
useless now are any shedding of tears.
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The final act, a whisper of that one last farewell,
hearing no longer the tolling of the bell,
pockmarked,
carried on the eternal wind,
for amidst the agonising decay, the odour will stay,
today,
tomorrow,
the stench of that final act,
played out long ago,
in that hollow yesterday.
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Wonderful lines.
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Many thanks as always. Very kind.
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My pleasure
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Your style of writing is beautiful!β€οΈ Lovely quote too:)
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deepest thanks and warmest wishes.
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But why did you called the past as Hollow Yesterday? π€
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just seems empty – at times. warmest wishes my friend
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Amazing Words, Thoughts and Imagination but very true! π π π π π π
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thank you very much indeed, my friend Moin. warmest wishes and best to you and all those dear to you
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Very profound
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many thanks for your very kind words.
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Youβre welcome π
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