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7 Words

A picture can paint a thousand words,
But seven words can grant that picture life,
And immortalise.

Picture me this;
a man
half asleep
his hand
busy
creating verse
from nothing
in the
dark
silence of the
morning
his words
an epitaph
to another's
life

Write me this;
an artist
drawing
a thousand tears
flowing
silently
from the eyes
of a father
and mother
lost in
grief

Draw me this;
a girl,
in distress
with an exam
ahead
that she knows
she will
desperately
fail
she wants to
kill herself
kill herself
now

Engraved on her tomb,
seven words;

We Love You

and

Rest In Peace

and

Why?

7 words

jackalice

@jackalice

I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....

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Comments & Feedback (6)

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Thx @RichWithey , and for RP

Thx for all your RP @sarahgamal much appreciated

Thx for RP @minxyMolly

@jackalice no problem, was great piece! πŸ‘

I really enjoy your writing πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘πŸ‘

Nice

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