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Farewell
She was a dark gothic artist
And a talented romantic poet
Her work hung in galleries around the world
In Paris, London, Madrid and New York
She painted with passion and emotion
So many sad creations that would bring tears to your eyes
Her poetry was deep and sensitive
Both sad and uplifting
It could enrich and enrapture
She read many books and watched many films
She drew on her own experience of heartache and pain
Each tear could inspire a new piece of art
Or provide the first line to a perfect sonnet
Her heart was in pieces
All the money in the world could not sooth her soul
She had been rejected by her lover on their wedding day
The scars of life were hidden deep inside
She had a beautiful smile
But inside she was heartbroken
She painted her final picture called Farewell
And finished a poem by the same name
She took a potion and closed her eyes
Slowly she slipped away from this world
And entered the Kingdom of Heaven
She was a dark gothic artist
And a talented romantic poet
Her work hung in galleries around the world
In Paris, London, Madrid and New York
She painted with passion and emotion
So many sad creations that would bring tears to your eyes
Her poetry was deep and sensitive
Both sad and uplifting
It could enrich and enrapture
She read many books and watched many films
She drew on her own experience of heartache and pain
Each tear could inspire a new piece of art
Or provide the first line to a perfect sonnet
Her heart was in pieces
All the money in the world could not sooth her soul
She had been rejected by her lover on their wedding day
The scars of life were hidden deep inside
She had a beautiful smile
But inside she was heartbroken
She painted her final picture called Farewell
And finished a poem by the same name
She took a potion and closed her eyes
Slowly she slipped away from this world
And entered the Kingdom of Heaven
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What a beautiful and poignant poem! Nicely written !