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I Shudder
“Our time in this world is limited. We all have to die.
But man, who is fragile wishes- it is not now but later” ~ By Poet
Death’s thunderous call I hear.
See death’s messenger at my door.
With icy grip, he is coming to prey.
Am I nearing my journey’s end?
I don’t want to go with all my dreams snuffed.
I am a flower, still blooming.
Please don’t rip my roots,
While still searching for light.
Let me dwell with my loved ones.
Now, please don’t keep death’s door ajar!
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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