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the first one and the last one by nami64 the first one and the last one by nami64
... K I S S

They kissed there under an old oak-tree which probably saw the first virginian colonists to set foot on this ground. Not in a room full of expensive paintings and books, or between two doors covered by gold and ebony, or on the front step of a pretentious building. No. It just happened there under an oak-tree. And so he kissed her. Or she kissed him. Whatever… It was natural and logical and agreeable and evident.
Men are usually the first to go. She shouldn't be the one lying on a deathbed, not at 33 years of age. Christ's age. Maybe he could call for this reputed doctor in New York or this new medecine coming from Europe. Anything... He asked her what he could do. She said ''Kiss me. One last time.'' and so he kissed her. There was a salty taste on his lips.

i don't knoooooooooooooow *LEAVE ME ALONE*
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oOWildCherryOo Mar 27, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
That's so amazing and awesome and only wonderful :3
This made me cry more than appropriate!!!!!
You create some of the most breathtaking and beautiful things. I love this!!
TarmaHartley Aug 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
A hauntingly beautiful and sad piece.

sweeet and yet sad
sniff sniff...if they make a movie, can you make the art? beautiful...
aberry89 May 10, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
I feel like the poem "I Carry You Heart With Me" by E.E. Cummings perfectly encapsulates these two...

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ugh ... i know this poem and yes! this is for them
i know another poem, sadder, with the POV of Martha:

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
aberry89 May 10, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
I have never heard that one, so beautiful. But not sad at all! Well, I suppose a little :( but a very uplifting message from the dead to the living.
Oh heart is boken! q_q
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