Sare Sayidi

The Villa - Poem by Sare Sayidi

Death is the eyes of mine missing your loving hands;
Death is your weary glance in a half-forgotten dance;
Death is the undone twist
of the summer's sunlit blind;

But life
has only just begun.

_ To Ininoke for her 01062017 _ Oslo

Topic(s) of this poem: death, life, love

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 7, 2017

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