Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Death….


Death! O the elusive darkness!
You can't flee me forever—
Our tryst is an inescapable certainty;
Only that fallen leaf knows
When she will convey me to you.

2 comments:

  1. Very beautiful expressions ! :)


    The Day she calls,
    Tell her about me.
    Tell her to walk
    The evening, my side.
    And then I will return her
    To You. :)

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  2. Hmm....great....your rich feelings can turn words into poetry.....truly a pleasure to read you....take care,

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