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Death, Be Not So Hurried
'The boundaries dividing Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?’
– Edgar Allan Poe
not yet have I said farewell
so, I turned Death away
ignoring his knock on my door
but his cold hand persisted
"you've come too soon," I cried ~
"Death, be not so hurried"
my plea was made in vain
daylight wanes in darkness
a requiem hymn
sung by weeping mourners
Copyright ©
Lin Lane
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