Death? Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Death?
Death is like a sleep that compels our body into the Unknown,
that propels our spirit, our loosened souls
hopefully into the majestic realm of the Divine,
where putrid soils exist no more,
and hearts are no longer burdened by a sombre shell.
Death is like a faithful darkened bride,
that calls us to the other side,
and we with tears unwillingly embrace,
its unwanted kiss.
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