Poem -
Now
how i missed the beginning to my death
where everyone is in a wait of this
how i did not live
as they verse on words
and the spirit becomes as real to falling leaves so dry
and the crows now sings to the morning call
awaking the silence of the death you talk so often
awake i am to God whispers as i worship
then the horn blows
softly calming
yet no one can determine.... but only death knows
to a thought
a question is this my death watching me
but to God i remembered
as i am only and alone
back to the beginning
how i missed how i miss
then the crows sings again and again
and the horn blows
and the day started to a life of love to all
thinking God is watching he is with us
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