the seed of death
grows ripe within my heart of life
and when time comes to lid the coffin
let fresh winds bring to me
depth of the sky,
the feel of flight,
a twig of blooming plum,
a baby's cry
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Pavel Nichkov
The seed of death
© Copyright: Павел Ничков, 2011
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