Death Bestow
by Jody-Lynn Reicher
And now we sit,
As passersby.
We hold a tissue,
Only here to sigh.
And when we awaken,
From our steep.
We gather thoughts,
With meaning deep.
As time allows,
We lick our wounds.
When dost we learn,
Our sadness grooms?
And not be idle,
But yet to flow.
Our morning glory,
That death bestow.
by Jody-Lynn Reicher
And now we sit,
As passersby.
We hold a tissue,
Only here to sigh.
And when we awaken,
From our steep.
We gather thoughts,
With meaning deep.
As time allows,
We lick our wounds.
When dost we learn,
Our sadness grooms?
And not be idle,
But yet to flow.
Our morning glory,
That death bestow.
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