beauty of deathA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
There is no such thing as despair. That love's embrace cannot repair. The beauty of death is sweet sorrow. Love brings us hope for tomorrow. As an ugly duckling becomes a swan. We must stand strong and go on. Make the best we can of life. For to seek out our inner light. © 2008 Deborah Leah Krempa |
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Added on February 9, 2008 Author
Deborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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