HE Won't Ditch You!
When the sultry September gave way to the winds of winter,
I smelled HIM.
Yes, it was HIM, Death. In the blowing wind,
HE kissed away
the curly locks on my forehead and neck,
and then, whispered in my ears, ' Patience my love...
Wait a
little for my embrace.' I moved on with a sigh,
watching the burdened clouds and the dusky sky.
And the wind
blowed with a roar
leaving the trees
around in pain. Intoxicating was the evening.
Walking all alone on the road,
I was ready to be
loved by HIM…
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