The Angel--called Death!

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I am not fearful of death,
but of the unknown path it leads to.

I wonder upon it's grandiose schemes;

like the sea in awe of the sky above.

Brooke -- the wise man;

great like his poems;

broke my delusion of  inevitable limit.

I woke to an unhackneyed night,

wrapped with starry sky,

where joy rides on the feather of the wind,

Peace and glory transcend aeon;

Flower buds-- perpetually angelic,

butterflies showering rainbow of nectar,

A span of a lifetime; perennial to the incorporeal vessel , eternal bliss.

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Again one of those moments where my wondering mind searches for nothing in particular, but questioning everything and sometime finding the beauty of transcending into neverwhere...if something like that ever exists...lol..

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Thank you.

Peace and Love to everyone ❤

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