Challenge
Romantisising death
we all once tried to be aesthetic in life ,but what about death? write a short poem on how one could smile at its own death bed
The only way to breathe
Smiling all around a circus of familiar faces,
drawing downward into a bliss of sweet meditation.
My love breathes me in like the taste of humidity sweater of passion dripping down his face.
Shallow waters pull me under.
Pure bliss, what a hope to be surrounded by interjecting voices and squeals waiting high on a hill.
Tumbling down to sweet warm embrace of coming home.
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