Poem #1 of 5: Death

In the pale of dawn, she kissed his hand.

She took his heart in a single touch,

But her breath was still and cold.

 

As the light broke through, she spoke to him.

She soothed his fears in a single lie,

But her breath was still and cold.

 

In the stretching shadows, she sent him on.

She watched him go in a single glance,

But her breath was still and cold.

 

As the day dwindled, she forgot him.

She let him slip in a single thought,

But her breath was still and cold.

 

In the dark of night, she clung to him.

She caught him in a single embrace,

But her breath was still and cold.

 

As it was then, so is it now.

Death pursues life in a single dream,

But her breath is still and cold.

cold flower

 

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