The Death Master
Death claims us all eventually but in such different ways.
It is unfair, it is unkind, it is cruel.
As I prune my roses and accidentally clip off a fresh beautiful pink bud
I wonder if this is how the death master feels sometimes.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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