Sean Claudine Poet I do not know?

Beautiful Death

For what is life
Or its hidden meaning for this breath begotten
Or is this chasing of wind a seasonal madness
Life to celebrate as day,
For as with day and night
In this life death comes forth and death comes last
 
Only in dawn lies all hope, when all is thought lost
That mayhap we saw clear in darkness and thought it day
But true light lies at the end of our lives.

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Pandita Sietesantos July 28, 2014 at 9:31 AM This is such a beautifully written piece - powerful and inspirational! I love it! Kindest regards.

Andrea Dietrich October 12, 2013 at 4:00 PM very profound. going from night back to dawn!!

Demetrios Trifiatis October 12, 2013 at 4:27 AM A very profound and soul-searching poem! The only thing I have to say, mon ami, is: All that exists comes from its opposite! As light cannot exist without darkness and dry without wet so life cannot exist without death and vice versa! Death is a transition from one state of existence to the next! Have written some poems on the subject myself. Thank you Sean! Sean Claudine October 12, 2013 at 9:30 AM True, the world of polarity- thank you Demetrios.