Afterlife Is Living Poem by Dorsey Baker

Afterlife Is Living



When its cloudy and
rainy and no sun
at the window
we watch the raindrops come-
When morning grass
is not wet with dew
we wait
for roses and skies of blue-
The blood of an eagle
refuses to drop
but time moves swiftly
and it never does stop-

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