Death Becomes Her Poem by Anita Atina
Death Becomes Her
Quietly stalking every move
Laughter, sunny days
Playing in gardens
Tender loving
Seeking the path
That would take her
From nothingness
To light
Transience is constant
Our coming and going
A blip in time’s
Movie on life
Life’s short, live fully
She said, smiling
Sliding into her grave
Death becomes her.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
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4/25/2024 4:47:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Having the last word is always the best. Nice write.