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Waltzing towards my grave

Lost in life's serenade 
I stood frenzied on my toes,
surmising a glorious dance with death.
Spellbound by his dark sight,
I gently slid my hand into his.
Our feet swayed on the path unknown,
enthralled by the rapture of the moonlit gloom.
All cleared their way for us,
dazzled by our performance well honed.
Rising in my euphoric existence,
when my being was overjoyed;
Descending back into his dark embrace,
when my soul was falling from  worldly grace. 
Not aware that our interlude never came,
we whirled around the earthly sepulcher of mine.
Promising to bring my weary soul to rest,
he waltzed me back to my grave at last.

life and death

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Ameya.

Wed 26th Jul 2017 14:41

thank you for reading ?
Well, no one is quite ready, but still they are ready; besides we will halt at our grave, when it is time for us to rest for eternity, until then, I'd say we sway our feet and enjoy the life dance instead ?

<Deleted User> (13762)

Wed 26th Jul 2017 08:23

life is a continual
dance with death,
we flirt with him
and he with us,
but am I ready
to be waltzed
to my grave?
oh no!
oh not just yet!

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