my death-poem too early to be written late to be read
winds sweep the mountain prairie unfurl waves through wild grass
no one came here no one ever left
peace unstirring
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I had an amazing sense of a peace, and a peaceful death through this poem. Made me feel very comfortable and neither welcoming, nor avoiding death... just being, and deaths movement will come when it does. Every line had an effective hand to convey the overall feeling. Such a lovely refreshing piece on death.
1 comment:
I had an amazing sense of a peace, and a peaceful death through this poem. Made me feel very comfortable and neither welcoming, nor avoiding death... just being, and deaths movement will come when it does. Every line had an effective hand to convey the overall feeling. Such a lovely refreshing piece on death.
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