How can death be near
Does it whisper still
All I hear is the lark singing
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I think you remain out of town there...out of his reach leaving behind your lark and a locked up door! Wonderfully conceived...well presented...thanks...10 And when you come back home (he has already left!) please look into my poem piece My Last Lover- it relates...
I hate to say this: as we very much enjoy our life, death is inevitable thing. We're only here on borrowed times, so let's make the most of our precious moments. Cleverly done! tc...Smiley :)
The fasination with death it keeps turning up and I guess all we can do, as you suggest is concentrate on life otherwise we fall into depression. -10
Wow, I like the simplicity in here contrasted with what you are attempting to do: telling Death he has the wrong address..'tonight it's life's turn'- so persuasive..(smile)
Having fought many battles against the enemy of death- I, too, have only the 'will' to 'live.' Thanks for the poem.