Strange Poem by douglas lewis

Strange



It is strange
The death I do,
Afraid to feel
And love.
And stranger still
To look away,
When God extends
His hand above.

Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Trace Skye 06 May 2018

Very meaningful words.

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