Paramours – Death Dances With Life

The angel of Death
She’s a most insistent lover

She’d never stalk you
No need
You’ll call to her when she’s needed

Likes her coffee cold
and her wine warm. . .
Will endure the noise
but prefers silence

Never leaves you at the airport
or calls you on your cell

But she’s always there
dancing with your Life
If you’re real quiet
maybe you’ll get to watch. . .

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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