I am death and I welcome you with a kiss
And gently hold your hand as you drift off into bliss.
Do not fear me as I welcome one and all
At the end of all your days, at the end of your summer ball.
I am death, I am everywhere round about
I welcome you in silence not even with a shout.
I have been waiting for you all your life long
To meet you and greet you with my song.
I am death; I am not to be feared with dread
I know when to call you, when everything has been said.
Though I may take you by surprise in an unexpected way,
I will take your hand gently in the twilight of your day.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Death's Kiss by David Wood )
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- Dream packed drama, hasmukh amathalal
- A fool واحد احمق, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Quite same, hasmukh amathalal
- Lack of wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- Wisdom, MOHAMMAD SKATI
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- Leaf to Fall, Tirupathi Chandrupatla
- Strange Paradox, Sandra Feldman
- Celebrate Life, david kush
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