Death you are a poem...
        
Death you are a poem...
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ...
when drowning pulse will bring on painful sleep
when Moon carrying her yellow face will reach horizon
when days still in water and night close to shore
there is not yet darkness, neither light, not night not day
when body is gone and soul still breaths.
a poem has made pact with me that I shall meet her ... 
     shriram22, man, 37 jaar
    
    shriram22, man, 37 jaar
 
 
 
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