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Death's Doorstep
I stand atop lofty mountains
Drinking water from youthful fountains
My gaze spreads far and wide
I feel countenance by my side
My head swirls with joy
Like a baby with a toy
I fall back on delicate blades of grass
Hoping this moment does not pass
The sky above is stark blue
A beautiful pastel that God drew
Divine angels fly with grandeur
Above clouds floating with splendor
I feel the sun on my face
Radiating rays of golden lace
My eyes finally sink close
On my grave falls a black rose
I think there was a red rose as well.
Anyways regardless I haven't forgotten my promise, old friend.
It appears that there's an ephemeral quality to life in this poem. Totally genius. Keep it up!