Death Thou Darling Death Thy Beloved Poem by shamsher singh

Death Thou Darling Death Thy Beloved



Death thou darling, death thy beloved



Thy all souls condemn me not
Free is thy swirl of senility
Beneath the ouch of an ounce
I am born to be reborn as life
But I haven't seen my own face
Ugly am I for those who fear me
And before I commit any mistake.
Least do, forgive me not
Death thou darling, death thy beloved..

Sunday, February 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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