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
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Trinity
There is no death, I
Walk through the valley, though fear
Follows not, with me
I am, the spring rain
I am, the deepest of wells
Come back home...to me
Tell me, why you fear
Ending, all that you have known
Do you know at all?