Not long ago in ancient time
It seemed so fine to bide in mime
As illness wrecked an image true
So saintly filled was twilight's hue
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Death comes calling like a guest, but leaves behind sorrow till we rest! Beautiful poem done with soft brush strokes.
A fantastic write. It gives complete picture as a meaningful one and thought provoking.
A beautiful poem in rhymes...........Yes death is the cup bearer of our wine.........
yeah cool.. u rhymm so well..wonderfull peom