Lying curled up on the bed, eyes gently closed,
The corners of her mouth gently upturned telling a story of easy contentedness
She was in sleep, angelic.
Who would have thought that when those dark eyes opened,
death would look out.
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Random Reflections
PoetryMultiple poems, free verse and completely random thoughts about the shared journey we are all taking through the this crazy gift called existence
