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The GiverThe Giver A clutch of the hands A beat of the heart A tilt of the head A burst of thought //A jolt of hope//The Giver
The flutter of wings The rustle of leaves A surge of wind A breath of fresh air The lilting of a tree //The tinkle of joy//
A falling star A rising moon A setting sun A life begun //A palpable love//
The whisperer of joy The vessel of happiness The supporter of hope The equal of love //The balmy peal of laughter// A source of peace An eddy of grace Tinged with the bow of so


A Life On Nothing WastedA whispered good bye was all I could hold onto as the darkness descended upon me. Was there nothing left to feel? Nothing that I could think of at least. Could I even think at all? Numbness, ahh yes that sweet nothingness of my last few minutes on earth. Death is not so bad Not so bad Other than the bone deep cold that seeps like oil making everything a slow churning mess until you decide you want to live And there's where it gets messy,A Life On Nothing Wasted
Slippery--
Impossible. You can no longer get a rung to pull yourself from Gone, into the void never to return... Will they mourn