Death

by wynona - Scorpio

So this was death
the hummingbirds soft throat 
bound in a dark and crimson coat
of blood.
This flood
of felling in her heart 
was the essentail part 
of life.
The strif 
of living was a little thing beside
the sobbing, trobbing eventide
of breath.

Reason for writing:

    it is  all in the poem    

Birth sign: Scorpio
Date created: 2001-12-18 19:34:08
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:45:27
Poem ID: 66276

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