Death comes on the tides of time,
Soaring high from its mighty base.
It's at hand with every birth of
a new life.To trail around,
only to meet its purpose- Death!
The last act is its only purpose.
Executed indisputably and conclusively,
Uncertain and yet so binding.
As the flowing stream moulds solid rocks,
reducing them to round finish,
Death grins with mocking eyes,
as he thinks of sand grains!
Soaring high from its mighty base.
It's at hand with every birth of
a new life.To trail around,
only to meet its purpose- Death!
The last act is its only purpose.
Executed indisputably and conclusively,
Uncertain and yet so binding.
As the flowing stream moulds solid rocks,
reducing them to round finish,
Death grins with mocking eyes,
as he thinks of sand grains!
2 comments:
gr8 vission.. puttin life into the right perception..
death dwells divine. it sure does come on the tides of time.well thought out.keep the flow.
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