Dying
Since that first breath,
A step closer to death;
Yes it's a fact,
Dying is a sure tact.
Know this sure ease,
Fear tramples on pure peace;
Seek your pure bliss
Beyond all that and this.
Death brings fond rest,
But not an end to quest;
Each soul goes home,
Until life streams break dome.
Then in new urge,
A new journey brings surge;
A new tale springs
A brand new quest to fling.
Leon Enriquez
13 June 2017
Singapore
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
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