Heart of stones melt
Rains of sorrow falls
What aday, what astun
What astrength, what aweakness.
What amanner we hane to you, submissive?
Because to you,
We cant stand and reject your call.
Thats you,
Death.
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Dust to dust is a must! The inevitability of death and vanity upon vain well depicted in the poem. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.