Shania K. Younce
'Death' - Poem by Shania K. Younce
Death so sweet and kind. In its splendor shines the bright light. While quietly creeping upon you is death. Your embracing the cold. While warming your blood to ice. Turning white, bright, and pale. Your lips rose red. Your eyes full of life. Your hair full of beauty. Its the end of your life.
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