But if I DieA Poem by [untitled]The Imagination Cannot Follow
What is death? That you should fear it so much, is it not a deep sleep, where one shall not wake any more to face a world of improbabilities. From hate that destroys the color of life, and kills the misinterpretation of love for humanity I say nay, but go ahead and sleep, and find the serenity for your soul, for your spirit shall prepare for those whom shall follow. To a rest that the imagination cannot follow, or where words don’t flicker. But where the unspeakable, the wonder of beauty of a reality, not made known to humanity, but has been kept secret for such a time as death ©2008 © 2009 [untitled] |
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