The door of death (Triolet)A Poem by Relic's Bare Trees
It's fatal to wait; try today
There may not be a tomorrow. The door of death may choose to sway. It's fatal to wait; try today. For if the night steals you away, For many, will come great sorrow. It's fatal to wait; try today There may not be a tomorrow. © 2024 Relic's Bare Trees |
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