Flower

If death comes for me

Would you blame me if I go along?

As she promises rest, on days so long

As she reaches out a helping hand

A loving smile

A cold embrace

For a while

Giving me pretty flower

Showing me a new way

If she comes for me

Would you blame me

If I don’t stay?

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee View all posts by strangerpaths