Death

A power comes
Soul flies, 
Body mixes
With dusts, 
We call it
Death.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Rose Avatar
March 5, 2017 at 8:30 AM
Death is an extraordinary, true poem; our body dies soul does not, thank you for this great poem, 7
Reza Avatar
March 5, 2017 at 8:37 AM
Thank you for your excellent comments, it is sure that our souls are immortal
Hoffman Avatar
March 5, 2017 at 8:05 AM
Yet but a "Sleep" until Judgement Day~Che :) 1Thess 13-18
Reza Avatar
March 5, 2017 at 8:20 AM
yes, until Judgement Day, when again body & soul gather together in a complete one, wisely comments, thanks a lot
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