Death Untold

I wonder from time immortal
Until life is drenched to naught
For all those who have embraced me
Although I’ve never been caught

I wish there was a lullaby sweet
Enough to end my unpleasant thought
As I intend to follow the rhythm of my soul
And not listen to all things I ought

Be brave, scolding soldier of bloom
And light-heartened scent away the day
As life is early to wither once begun
Skin and hair evenly grey

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Author: Nobyeni

Freelance Philosopher (PhD). Writer. Thinker. Interested in radical change and human being. Playwright. Dutch World citizen. Lover of books, language, art and coffee.

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