… When darkness slowly creeps,
A silent, vivacious breeze,
Is felt on my colorless face;
And within my soul, restless of chase!
… I feel faint and weak.
All I desire is to rest not seek!
I feel slowly within me,
The fire of life becomes dree!
… My knees buckle and shake;
Can’t support me of this ache.
I feel I may fall in some dark abyss,
When my cheek, the gust of wind kiss!
… Trying to open my eyes-
To see once more the world and skies.
But I find that I can’t though,
The fire of living is now a glow!
… I hear a sound from afar.
It resembles to wailing of a war;
But still fast and faster blow-
Tells me of my dying glow!
… Another gust of wind is near-
To give my face a last cheer.
Frightened and shivering, I know-
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