When the last ember of light disappeared
I descend the soul of darkness
Courage in my heart
In that utter darkness,
I saw my friends.
Look
That is my dear friend,
The loss of November.
The truth of death
Comes from the garden of Heaven
He told us the beauty of death,
The freezing numbness….
Starts from the toes…
He calls me,
To the eternal world of love
No deception, no pretense.
In that world of love
There is no mistrust
There is peace,
There is calm,
There is trust,
Empathy
And values…
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2 comments:
After reading this poem ..
I feel like smelling my death
or
my love...
or
both?
Nice Molu...Keep it up.........I expect more postings from you...BP.
Death is never ever dark my dear sheeja..It is white..only the way is dark...then there is light.. white light of eternity...
Anyway lady..good going after all. Keep it up..
journo friend
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