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.
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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.