Mortal Side
SHE died,—this was the way she died;
And when her breath was done,
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
Filed under: Death Poems and Poetry
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(17 votes, average: 4.41 out of 5)
amazing really moving and
it s good i love it
aww
wow!!!!!!! amazing
it moved me in a away that i can go be
on the paper that was great!
It is short and to the point, while remaining beautiful in all of its aspects. There remains alot of meaning beneathe the few words. You just have to learn how to dig deep to find the true meaning.
gosh when i first read it i loved it you have to understand poetry to understand your poem keep writing like that and you’ll get a lot of kids thank you
omg … ILOVEIT!!!!
beutiful
that was sad……..
iloved it :]
thats so sad, i shead a tear.
beautiful
This poem is beutiful its so great but also rlly sad
those who live nd those who die-
those who die will be pshycotic
but those who live will need illeagle narcotics
the only thing of me that lives is a beagle
even tho he is obsiquel =(