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when the sun

Posted to Poetry




when the sun goes down upon my life

and there are no more tomorrows to possess

no more lies to confess

let it be known i am humble soul

who lived to embrace words

and longed for the day

when his song would be heard

when the darkness of death

extinguishes my candle's light

let me be remembered as a wishful soul

upon this jewel to fulfill his role

as a poet who lived his dream

who emptied his life

into an infinite stream



alain christian broune
2000