Penned, September 23, 2026/ Human Written For the International contest, Leaves of Life Sponsor, Hiya Sharma
"I am the eyes of time," whispers the Angel of Death. I watch over you each day of your life, from birth to death. "Neither dusk nor dawn can delude me." I met Death as a child when he took my sister away. Before he left his hand stroked my hair, leaving a scar on me. Death has followed me ever since, taking away all people that I love. I know he is lurking in the shadows just waiting for my last gasp of life. He is in my dreams but I can never see his face. the night is silent I am restless in my dream ~ he is whispering "O fall, let this lore of love be the last ..." As fall comes I feel the pain of loss in my heart and soul, the changing trees in the cemetery where I visit their tombs is like the "foliage of farewell." I will never forget the love lost to Death. All those names engraved in cold stone. All the dead roses left in love. There will come a day when I am old and gray and unable to come, it will end, one day will be the last. the trees reach for me and the angel statues weep ~ the birds sing so sad The days of my life are like leaves falling, some beautifully colored red or gold. Some brown and crumbling, they drift away and I cannot hold onto them. I am waiting whispers Death, do not be afraid. I have loved you always. I feel each scar in your soul, I have caressed you as you slept, come to me, "as the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips" I am close. Let me kiss your lips. I wake up gasping oh, go away Death I yell ~ I am not ready
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