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Death is an old friend of mine
Beautiful and wild
Not soothing and vibrant
Like a mirage lie
But true and brutal
Like pitcher wilds.

Death is an old
Friend of mine.
Known to me ages long ago
Told me stories of
How Beautiful flowers bloomed
In springs
All over the world
And how beauty screams
not in petals
But in roots that
Hold them long .

Also ,
death said,
"Petals withered
With onslaught of winds
Only those with roots
Strong and deep
Stood upright
Even in storms."

Death used to be quiet
Even in thunderous nights
Or stormy days.

Death never takes
But only gives
An old rotten body
Another chance to live.

On funeral ,life
cried and begged.
But With a boulder
Heavy on heart
Death turned deaf ears
To wailings and screams.

Death only gives chances
To souls to wander and leave
A rotten luck
And find and strive.
In vicious or virtuous love

Death is an old
Friend of mine.
Misunderstood from time immemorial
Feared by all
Loved by none
Stories untold
Buried deep within
Never to find
Nowhere to search for

Death is an old friend of mine.....
Now gone home
To where it
Truly belongs.....

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The first poem of this book. Thanks you for reading this. Happy wattpad journey. Stay safe.❤️😊