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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Death Will Come


 

He grew up

wilderness in his heart

vast

wild

open

 

He sought adventure,

joy and challenge in

hills,

rivers,

forests

 

The cities assaulted

clawing gashes in his

happiness

spirit

soul

 

Life flew past

rushing years of toil

decaying

adrift

alone

 

He looks back

As end steals forth

seeking

personal

peace

 

Death will come

Only to find him

all

ready

gone

 

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