The Suicide
White, I lie On the remains of an amusement park Between jagged buildings - Burning flower... shining sea... Toes and hands Reach out into emptiness. Longing tears the weeping body to pieces. The little moon glides above me. Eyes grope Gently into the deep world, Sunken hats Wandering stars.
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"White, I lie..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Alfred Lichtenstein delivers a powerful performance in "The Suicide"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...