"Shall i compare thee to a summers day?" William Shakespeare.
The sweet roses blooming
The sun shines bright
But soon it goes away, all the beauty
Roses begin to wither
And the beauty runs away
The bitter sweet truth that will forever stay
Death will soon take us away
Will death wrap us in his arms?
Or will he leave us to walk astray?
What is the meaning of death?
Im afraid to say that no one knows
Will we ever know
The life death leads
To follow his curse
We all know
That soon he will take us away.
-lexi G.
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Poems
Puisithey are sad poems maybe a few happy all hand written by me. Some talk about death. Please enjoy my poems.
