Departure 6
DEATH LAUGHS #6
A stillness calm presides right here,
A soothing balm in tunnel clear.
Soul wakes drowsy with glimpse and hint,
Death laughs easy with sparkling tint.
Masks left behind in dying sleep,
A strange new find as mourners weep.
Death holds my hand and beckons brave,
A sure ascend beyond earth's grave.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2016
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2016
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