Posted by: lecubiste | January 31, 2016

There are Times and Places of Death

Sedona Winter 2016

There are times and places where dying

Is commonplace.

Winter, in the North,

In the cold,

The leaves fallen, the bare limbs naked;

The old man, feebly walks in the park,

White hair, wrinkled skin.

The old woman greets him.

They touch, souls feeling souls,

Nearing the end.

 


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