Death is new seed.
It comes down in the tears we bleed.
It’s the falling star in the sky.
It’s the unanswered question why.
It is the time we have no need
There is no desire no more greed.
No want to follow a new creed.
No rules and no need to comply.
Death is new seed.
It is the scythe cutting the weed.
It’s the cotton puff that’s been freed.
It is the stain of a tear dry,
New views with no need to be shy
Death is a flower that’s been freed.
Death is new seed.
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I am certain I have never read anything on death before that seemed happy. I loved the imagery and metaphores. Excellent poem!
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Talk about deeeeeeeeeeeeeep...You have really done it with this one.I have missed reading everyones work and getting a new start with the reading I must say this is amazingly and truthfully done.Makes one feel the sting that death brings indeed.Powerfully written my friend...
Blessings
~CherylAnn~
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