July 17, 2005

The Door

The door of life

 

The door of life, the door of death, the knob that turns with single breaths.
Mankind lives, with the fear, the door of death is always near.
Little does he know, they are the same, for that reason he lives so tame.
But when the reaper, comes a'knockin, what he learns will be so shocking.
To the body, death is the end,to the soul new life begins.
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1 - awesome poetry! (Comment this)

Written by: betty at 2005/07/30 - 07:40:44
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Written by: betty at 2005/07/30 - 07:41:20
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