literature

Into Death

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Into death,
Out of mind,
Gone from body,
All are blind.

Gone are we,
From the earth,
We are free,
No more mirth.

Upon our graves,
Are roses red,
To quell the fact,
That we are dead.
A poem about Death, and not much else.
© 2005 - 2024 Joeskipsey
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iamepic10's avatar
*sneezes* IM ALLERGIC TO AWESOME  POEMS