Poem -

Grande Mort

No matter where you may
   live or hide ..
Whether beneath a bridge,
or in some
high street shop doorway
   somewhere ..
   Either in a cave, or castle ..
Just be sure,
that she shall one day find
the spores you
   leave behind and devour you ..

 

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Bernadete van d...

Ouch! I don't want to think about it just now, 
however, its reality. In your line of work you probably see
a lot of people dealing with dark issues. So, this piece has a
place here. 
Bernadete 

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Neville

Yes, there are some days I try to forget ..

This is primarily about the inescapable eventuality we all face sooner or later and regardless of our social standing ..

Warmly Yours, Neville 

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Marion

Absolutely, death.

More mysterious than love
Bigger than God
As timeless as space
And holding a space

for us all... 

Hugs X

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Neville

You should  publish the above Pet .. its brill as a poem in its own write .. x

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