Death
Reminded again
As I walk
Along damp dark streets
Of life’s frailty
It’s fleeting fickle nature
And how death can strike
Wherever, whenever it likes
Reminded again
By soft crunch, snail underfoot
As I walk
Along damp dark streets
Of life’s frailty
It’s fleeting fickle nature
And how death can strike
Wherever, whenever it likes
Reminded again
By soft crunch, snail underfoot
2 comments:
Isn't it ironic that there are times when nothing could seem so robust and boundless?
poor little snail. i have often wondered how it would feel without a shell
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