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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