Death

No one even
Thought of this.
It came and
Placed its final kiss.
Stolen and laid
Down to rest.
Like all the others,
But the best.
Smiles smiled,
Words are said.
Wilted brown,
The flower’s dead.
Everyone goes
One by one…
It’s the end,
The battle’s done.
September 10, 2002

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