Death, bringer of sorrow unto the beloved
In grim reality of what we are
Nothing but the falling leaves of autumn,
In waiting for the cruel breeze to char
This ever-fleeting race of ours.
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Jo's Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems written by me, ranging from nostalgic themes to existential questions to fictional events, etc.
Mortal
Death, bringer of sorrow unto the beloved
In grim reality of what we are
Nothing but the falling leaves of autumn,
In waiting for the cruel breeze to char
This ever-fleeting race of ours.
