A beautiful Death

June 12, 2017

I have not seen him smile all day,

His life seeming to fade away.

 

Along with his laughter, mine is lost,

Longing for it to return at any cost.

 

And yet, in his worst he's never looked as great,

Than when he's standing at deaths front gate.

 

The beauty that thrives amongst the pain,

Is the same beauty and sadness that dies with the rain.






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