The Reaper can be bribed…with love
Sizzling scythe sings through spirits simultaneously
Once we slip from our faces…where do we embrace?
Wings wrap around our souls and we flutter and fly
The irony? Death teaches us how to save lives…
July 26th 2020
Contest: Four Lines
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2020
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