Dear Death.
Do you remember the last time we met at the beach?
When you played beach ball with your scythe.
When we sat together enjoying the warmth of the sunshine.
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I can't walk under a bleeding moon without getting my hands wet. under the blazing rays of a raged sun. powerful expressions to talk to death great imagination.. tony
That a onetime lemonade-mouth now has his lips covered in blood. blood, raged sun .. imagination..... that death was once human............wonderful poem dear friend.. tony
A great write... Keep it up... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila
Dear Anu, a lovely prose poem this is, nice work with a great thinking...10++++ hoping to read more from you. Thanks aminat.
When i saw 'Death', I thought this will be horror. So I was about to swipe, then i read the second line and this one gripped me till the last line. I like that i had a mix of emotions in the end...I started seeing death as the friend it hurts to lose.