Death
Death is warm,
And cold at the same time.
Death is wonderful,
And sorrowful.
Some marvel at the beauty and grace of it,
Some fear and abolish it.
Death is graceful,
And clumsy.
I shall welcome it
When the time comes;
But not now.
Beauty and grace,
Sorrow and fear,
Death is unavoidable,
Inevitable,
And sorrowful.
Copyright © Maceyn Alexandria | Year Posted 2009
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