As thine wake up to the winter misty morning,
With no sunlight,
Bright colorful flowers or the chirping birds singing their song,
The Feeling of death lurks within thy.
Close to thee, Thy see nothing,
Just fog and the gloomy atmosphere sing,
A close friend of old age comes and pays a visit to your fable feelings,
Although I tell thee, There is no need to be afraid.
Death makes angel's of us all,
And leads us a path of a new crawl,
Indifferent forms, Yes I tell thee,
But that's how nature works and that's how it wants to see.
death makes angels of us all...a very different thought...10
yes! 'The death makes angels of us'...or to the Angels hidden inside us grows the wings...and we can fly! Good idea is hidden in your poem Eddy!
yeah death is a right to people everyone has the right to die the real question is did you benefit your life as much as you can during you life i love it it makes death easy witch is to me ;)
you make it sound so easy, but i think what we all scared of is the way to die but not death itself. this is more than a poem, i wud say it's a debate my dear friend. do we all become angels? for the good or bad? mh makes you wonder? no one wants to tempt fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Eddie. Thanks for the invite. I enjoyed this!