Death

Accursed or cursed be it...

Death    by Sami Khalil

 

And in the human hour,

I meditated on the harvest.

Caught up in the strum

of the harp…

I offered Juliet

her flower 

of sunrise glory.

Death was the vast unknown;

A scallywag of short glances!

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Wow, nicely done, such imagery. love this

[Sami Khalil]

Wowzy! Thank you so much dear poet for this amazing review and kind words. You are appreciated. See you soon.