O Death, Sweet Lady!

She
Did come
When I was there.
I didn’t
See her.
Nevertheless,

I
Felt
Her presence.
It was
A joy to feel
Her nearness.

Was she aware?
Or was her clay
Stronger than her
Essence?
Did she ever
Look within herself?

Did she
Know there
Was something
In her
Untouched
And undefiled?
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