My heart so still
Not a wind to move the leaves
Not a wave to sail on sea
Parched earth & withered flowers
Even the thoughts failed to be
The clock would not tick
Through a long endless night
So absolute was my death ...
Till she came and inspired a whiff of life.
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She dies each day- each moment.
Certain she shall rise once more-
And she breathes, heaves, and waits
For that death, and that love, that lore-
Eternity and Forever, Earth and Firmament
Togetherness- The separation does Implore-
Will you be mine?
In sickness and in health?
Till death do us apart?
Amen!
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