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Death, you flitting mockingbird.
When does beauty pause but for your stilling.
Tip tap your beak on the window I notice now,
though in limbs and winds I’ve always known you’re there.
Having pierced the veil, seen behind your wings,
there is no fear to torment me;
Death, you are nothing. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 135 [topic] => 27 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - A Note To Death


A Note To Death
Date: Monday, 28th May 2018 @ 10:01:52 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry


Contributed By: invierno




Death, you flitting mockingbird.
When does beauty pause but for your stilling.
Tip tap your beak on the window I notice now,
though in limbs and winds I’ve always known you’re there.
Having pierced the veil, seen behind your wings,
there is no fear to torment me;
Death, you are nothing.

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