#DeathsTeaParty #poetry

Death why do you hold my hand and walk with me as a lover?

Can I not hold fast in my life..?

Do you not know that I hold as much in the way as I hold past the string of the present.

Would not the mind falter and crumble under the weight and knowledge of the life I know and the life I hold? 

 

My moments are precious and fleeting so why Dear Death,

why do you hold fast my hand and caress my lips like a lover?

 

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