It is not death we must pray against or fear but rather sickness. Because sickness leaves us in between standing for life and falling for death. To be sick is to battle for life against death. It means something is coming for your dreams and aspirations, something is erasing your name gradually from the living and at the same time registering your name in the books of death.
A ROSE AND A WORD
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OUR FATE
[caption id="attachment_4687" align="aligncenter" width="407"] www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Our Fate][/caption] Let’s stop to think of the end When the road ends And there is no bend When we have to pay the debt...