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Death
Death.
Beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
Loveable, yet disliked.
So may call it a miracle,
Maybe a blessing.
Others may call it a curse.
But when death approaches,
Life is made.
A child is born from death everyday.
But with life comes death.
We can't stop it.
We must live with this beautiful,
Horrible death.
Beautiful, yet heartbreaking.
Loveable, yet disliked.
So may call it a miracle,
Maybe a blessing.
Others may call it a curse.
But when death approaches,
Life is made.
A child is born from death everyday.
But with life comes death.
We can't stop it.
We must live with this beautiful,
Horrible death.
Published 17th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
- Edited 17th Feb 2013 6:24am
17th Feb 2013 6:23am
Philosophical.
Cool poem, Darkangel.
Love the effort.
Many be afeared to address what sits in our midst...every moment: death.
Bravo to thee!
Pen on, poet.
Cheers
Tidespotter
Cool poem, Darkangel.
Love the effort.
Many be afeared to address what sits in our midst...every moment: death.
Bravo to thee!
Pen on, poet.
Cheers
Tidespotter
17th Feb 2013 6:52am
yes some people are afraid of death while others i feel welcome it and you penned this very good
17th Feb 2013 7:05am
It has been said that a child just born is on its first leg towards death:-)that is after all the destination of every journey in life.
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20th Feb 2013 5:25pm
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