Death
And his lifeless breath,
Breathe
On her still red lips.
Death
In his unmoving rush,
Reaches
For her hand, untouched.
Death
For the life he missed,
Leans in
For her still warm kiss.
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The World Inside My Mind
PoetryThe poetry I have have written for in this book is meant to create a scene inside your mind as you read. They will be descriptive and, more often then not, will have a fantasy theme. Enjoy!
