In death's embrace, beauty doth arise,
A solemn dance of shadows in disguise.
For life's ephemeral bloom doth fade away,
Revealing the allure of decay.
Oh, how the roses wither and fall,
Their vibrant hues surrender to death's call.
Yet in their demise, a delicate grace,
As petals crumble, leaving an empty space.
The moonlight casts its mournful glow,
Upon the tombstones standing row by row.
Each name engraved tells a tale untold,
Of lives extinguished, stories left cold.
In death's embrace, a somber artistry,
Where sorrow and beauty intertwine effortlessly.
For even in darkness, there lies a gleam,
A melancholic beauty that death does redeem.
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Poetry collection
Poetrycollection of some of my original poems dark, deep, joy filled, sorrowful and so on hope you enjoy.
