The End
A Poem on Coming to Terms with Mortality
By River GranaPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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photo by River Grana
Tulip fever and
Sun kissed skies
Unkept promises of sweet lullabies
Through life we move on
And time will soon tell
When night quickly comes
We will see how the moon fell
Moon light blues and
Shadow trees
This is exactly how it has to be
When the end comes near
And the blanket dark fills our mind
Thats when we stumble upon
What we were destined to find
Crystal crisp breeze and
Dewy greens
Something is here we no longer feign
Out in the distance
The dark turns to light
Now we realize The End
Even happens at night
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About the Creator
River Grana
I am a student, community organizer, and poet. I have always found a home in my journal, and I am happy to share it with you.
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