Poem -
Dancing face to face...
I love, my own ultimate death;
For my body longs for it by birth;
Sunny days; starry nights pass by;
Forthcoming days, will say good bye;
Sweep me away like a heavy wave;
Carry me to the darkness of the cave;
In the wreckage of this eternal ruin;
Let my nakedness hold a mortal pain;
It’s high time, to have a get-together;
Let us get dressed up to meet one another!
We are here dancing face to face;
heart to heart, exclusively in own grace! Â
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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Chris Correia,
The lines what you quoted are the same which I like the most in my above poem.Thanks for your precious comments and quotes.Â
Though, Life is a precious gift we are unable to recreate once it’s gone. The truth about death lays plain the harshness of the grave … but also the true beauty of the life we already have.
Indeed, death is a grand mystery. Throughout time, every major religion, philosophy, and spiritual train of thought has sought to explain this mystery. It is a subject that touches the life of every man and woman, uniting the entire human race under a cloud of inevitable mortality. The rich and the poor alike meet the same end; the black and the white both go to the grave; the powerful and the humble all leave this planet eventually. Thanks dear Chris for your analysis.
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Iman Z,
Death, like birth is beautiful too, that is why some celebrate it.
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI