i believe, without death,
life has no meaning.
what are we to strive for
when we've all the time in the world?
so now there is the question of me,
without you.
k.h.
YOU ARE READING
the shade of flowers/poetry by k.h.
Poetrythe edge of lucidity, rose tinted glasses and you, my dear.
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i believe, without death,
life has no meaning.
what are we to strive for
when we've all the time in the world?
so now there is the question of me,
without you.
k.h.
