Wednesday, November 9, 2011

DEATH

A death lives in a big room without a door.
Wearing a wide and long cape like a king.
Everyone comes inside the room, wearing the cape together.

1 comment:

  1. Dear UPRIGHT, I have fallen in love with your artistry! This image is so engaging! Then when I read your poem, well--I feel happy even though you are writing about something like DEATH! How magnificent is DEATH "wearing a wide and long cape like a king"! And we all can wear the cape together--we are not alone! Wow! Nice contrasts!

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