Death came
barefoot
to the door,
wrapped in
downy wings
the color
of dusk.
Wearing eyes
of pale blue sky,
she bent low
to kiss cold,
parched lips,
taking a last
breath.
Death came
barefoot
to the door,
wrapped in
downy wings
the color
of dusk.
Wearing eyes
of pale blue sky,
she bent low
to kiss cold,
parched lips,
taking a last
breath.