Mr. Harbor and the death.
When stroll through the cemetery
Mr. Harbor past the weeping woman
thinks about death
always comes
often unexpectedly
suddenly
is like a shadow
always present in the life
like a chapter in a book
that explains everything
the killer appears and disappears
death as she
took so many lives
no look
expression
gasping
knows the name of every one of us
no one is spared
relentless like a tiger
in cold blood
according to his list - comes
who after the time is up
is like a disease
virus spread in the air
no antidote to cure him
touches every one of them
is a real and unreal
so distant and so close
beauty
no one sees does not see
if someone tries to
plants animals people
all die
terror fear death
and life goes
and there's no pain
everything
disappears like a bubble in the wind
death remains
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