Saturday, January 5, 2013


Why do we love you,
Shade of our fear?
Run we far away,
Yet often jeer.

So often preoccupied,
Through the day to year,
Visit you often in our minds,
Though often near.

Celebrate and fear,
Don’t it seem a little queer?
Hate you and love you,
Death, human’s tear.

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