More poetic bits...
So, I found this one in my night table notebook. It holds up. I must have been in a mood, though. LOL.
When death, that cruel warden, comes to claim its prisoner, its authority is felt by all who are near the condemned. And when it leaves with its new charge sometimes the living go on breathing and eating and laughing without actually going on with living.
Yup. *Definitely* must have been in a mood. LOL
When death, that cruel warden, comes to claim its prisoner, its authority is felt by all who are near the condemned. And when it leaves with its new charge sometimes the living go on breathing and eating and laughing without actually going on with living.
Yup. *Definitely* must have been in a mood. LOL