The Mistress In The Window

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Troy Cochran

Toppenish, WA

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Death is beautiful to behold,
A black-satin silhouette:
The Mistress in the window of my Soul.

And yet... and yet... do I dare...
O! Do I dare:
Lift my hand to part the gauze of air!

Troy Cochran

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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Written when the weight of the world was on my shoulders ~ when death, for a spell, was my Mistress, and the idea of eternity was my window.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 17 September 2017

Death is wonderful truth in life. This comes in life and we accept. Death is the Mistress in the window of Soul. This is very thoughtful and philosophical poem shared is wisely penned.10

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Troy Cochran 17 September 2017

Thank you. And she is still my Mistress after all these years. We are growing old together. :)

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