Dear Death Poem by Gina Smith

Dear Death



Dear Death,
Is it your fault the moon is crying?
Or is it your fault the rain falls with a 'bloop-bloop'?
Why must you treat us this way?
It is because you are lonely?
I see.
Everybody loves life,
and despises death.

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