The flickering flame of life
burns and remains ablaze
for the profound love discovered
in the last moments of death.
graciously felt ,the warmth
of the divine embrace,
the crimson soul dies
to rewrite the past tense.
in minutes it renders
noble actions,
creating characters ethereal to play,
hath it sketched the drawing before,
the whole life was there
for him to say!
the curtains fall
as the show concludes
a repentance curbs inside,
why doth I waste my life in such a way!
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