Death Number 1
I am jealous of death
its resolute presence and confident action
Its darkened cool and its infinite existence
When I pass like whispered winds in forgotten winters
death will sullenly play its monotone mandolin of time
...expecting no one to listen
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2011
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