A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.
Enjoy.

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461. Dance in a puddle

When rain has stopped falling,

Behind only a trace

Of the once great calling:

A small upon your face.

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