Bella Muerte

Welcomed, unwelcomed,

in the shadows waiting lies,

Death in it's beauty.

 

Glorious diamonds,

are the souls of the living.

Missed, unmissed,

 

Eternally go.

With and without true meaning,

fate is unfufilled.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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