Death at its zenith,
the other side of life's goodbye
Eternity waiting patiently,
to welcome us inside
Always the dark misnomer,
we hold in dread and awe
When really it's an open door
—to all we're searching for
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2019)
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Death when at its zenith wishes we say goodbye to life. An amazing and brilliant poem is very well penned.10