Death

March 7, 2021

Death is a veil of beautiful darkness. It moves and changes. Painful but soft, lovely but not.

Death is a song, a tune, melody. I sing to death, and it's perfect harmony.

Watch them fall and grow again. New and fresh from death now springs.

Love is a painful lie, and life a more beautiful one.

Death is a person, and I call him friend.

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