Death Poem by Christopher Tye

Death

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Death

Death awaits me time can't be outrun,
Ethereal existence awaits my spirit,
Allotted time on earth short,
Time running out for this corporeal body,
Heavenly light is it a trick of the mind.

By Christopher Tye

Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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