Beautiful Death
For what is life
Or its hidden meaning for this breath begotten
Or is this chasing of wind a seasonal madness
Life to celebrate as day,
For as with day and night
In this life death comes forth and death comes last
Only in dawn lies all hope, when all is thought lost
That mayhap we saw clear in darkness and thought it day
But true light lies at the end of our lives.
Copyright © Sean Claudine | Year Posted 2013
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