The surging waves in the sea
Tempt me.
The deep steep valley
Summons me
The poison poured by a friend
Allures me
The long deep river in the heaven
Beckons me
The blood sucking lips of her
Bewitch me
The moment I taste death
I know,
The moment I am in God.
Each soul relishes the taste of
The death
The moment I am eternal.
Death is an art, I swear
Not all can do it well.
But a few enters the garden
Of death: joyous, carefree.
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Dear, your verses delve into the sea of feelings.Your poetry collection BEYOND EYES touches my soul and I feel that charms of poesy assume different manifestations.