Roots of death
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Like wings, it grows
yet weightless like feathers
Its thorns stings
growing pains
slowly it gains
and so it drains the very essence of life
weighing heavily as though a burden
to root the body in the ground
no flight
just blight
decaying the body with time
the inevitable journey to the beyond or above
an uncharted destination for the soul
death the end
death a new begin
two extreme
From the moment life is conceived
death plants its seed
having its roots anchored in life
until it is ready to bloom
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This is a beautiful yet dark poem.
It speaks of the beauty of life and the horrors of death. And it speaks of how they are connected.
Life in death and death in life. There's can't be one without the other.
This is very touching, keep it up👍🏽
Thank you
You welcome