Love to Live DeathA Poem by RW Erskine
Tickless hands
moan their final stroke It is the time where the living have been waiting for When peace will finally be restored To a once beautiful place Where zombies and robots never walked Soil is the breath of the grass that is covered with concrete The place where we fear Death and love to live.
© 2018 RW ErskineAuthor's Note
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