
Deep thoughts
Deep thoughts rotating through my head,
Fleeting minutes in time,
Winds blowing in the leaves,
Water washing over the rocks,
Washing away the remains of the storm
Clouds clearing the sun reappearing,
Hills give way to the mountains,
Rain turns to snow,
We…
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Posted on September 8, 2008 at 6:25pm — 1 Comment
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
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