Such beautiful words for an amazing time of year. Lovely poem, Mit. I can’t wait to see more from you.
Death Is Never More Beautiful
© 2012 by Mit Maras
In unwavering reverence,
We watch as she dances,
Hues of autumn adorn her ever reaching branches.
With a natural pluck,
Each canvas spirals down,
Until nothing but death now blankets the ground.
For so long we have sought,
The solitude of her darkest places,
Forced from shadows we now bare our own faces.
Death has now befallen her.
Yet, death … has not beaten her.
She stretches exposed arms,
Void of those she held dear,
Rooted against all threatening new life next year.
Standing bare and vulnerable,
Her loss is witnessed by all,
Heaven’s perfect example of our choice to stand tall.
Held captive in a place
Where heartache and darkness rule,
She towers the world,
All proof … death is never more beautiful.
© 2012 by Mit Maras
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Hi Kat! Just wanted to say thanks so much for reblogging the poem. And I also wanted to thank all of your followers that read it and especially those that took the time to “Like” it. You all are the absolute best! Thanks for all the support!
~Mit
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