Samurais End
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Darius Turner, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2017
A glint of a soul.
These are my last moments,
I choose to ponder,
Over the rain that falls upon me,
Whilst iminant death befalls me.
I listen to the rain that pats the petal of a blossom,
Only to fall to the blood stained ground
Upon the autumn breeze.
My last moments of peace are obtained,
Only now do i have no regrets