Time Of Death Poem by james watkin

Time Of Death

All you're left with
Is mind - and heart.
Love, henceforth, to ascend.
Self-made body
On wings of acts;
Godly, on Earth, did so trend.

Tuesday, December 5, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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