Entombed Poem by Jorge Alexandre

Entombed



Entombed by feeling;
Emotions; vulgar with excitement,
Ready for spring; ready for summer,
Affected by the environment.

The trees turn into leaves,
And the leaves turn into ash,
My mind; deceives, deceives,
Death is a requirement.

And now with a glance of sight,
As to a walk of my feet,
I dance to my love; my wife,
Ill dance till I'm deceased.

Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,love,nature
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Jorge Alexandre

Jorge Alexandre

Peniche, Portugal
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