Death, thou alone can make man what he's now.
When flesh gets tired, life seeks a renewed lease,
No end, no more than interlude art thou,
It's thou that bestows life balmy new breeze.
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I could not go past a poem with such a novel title! ! And the body of the poem delivered on the promise of that title. Well-written!
I always find something new in your comments. One would like to read comments that are good, praising a poet's efforts, but yours seem to have a genuine quality. Thank you so much for visiting, and for such lovely words.