A Dialogue between Love and Death

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This my grandfather said to me
When I was too young
To let it pass through:

Whoever knows how death may find us
Knows love will keep the heart as true;
For giving, love can never leave us
While quickest death will exit through.

So do not stand in the Open Door,
Nor either wither under wilting gaze;
For underfoot hides silent war
Which sparked the aspen leaves ablaze.

Its roots spread, sculpted, up the floor
And rise, and yet receive no wall
For down they wreathe to Satan’s shore
And sleep with sands untouched from all.





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