don’t utter a single word! Hush!
death is sauntering around us!
much to be done still
much to be travelled still
the flesh is moaning for passion
hearts are crying for mission
life is groaning through friction
owing to unending addiction.
let us cling to each other
amid the foaming of agony
till across the holy river
Hesitation for death? Not yet ready? But what can we do if death is on our way, waving us... calling us to end our journey? Nice poem...hope you can read my latest poem 'A Child in a Knights Armor'...Thanks for sharing...cate
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