I have met death and to my suprise,
She was very kind.
Me and death sat, and I asked her, why was she so polite?
She looked at me and laughed, sighing with delight.
Because, she said, have you met life?
I looked at her perplexed, she saw and explained.
Life will beat you and cheat you,it's more torturous than my after life.
So, I owe it to lifes victims, to be nice every night.
-J.F
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Death in love- A collection of poems
PoetryA female Death falls in love with a girl, while in personified form. She knows though they can't be together and so they visit each other for a few days every time the mortal girl dies. But, death must reincarnate her, so she sees her once every lif...
