Death

Sat, 03/06/2021 - 23:45 -- E2xla

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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