Rise, Rise, Rise
Die, Die, Die
Oh why, why, why
do we Die, Die, Die
Snuffed.
All wicks have an eventual
end
All doors open
letting a cool breeze in
To flutter, to shake,
our souls
to extinguish
on a whim.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
Rise, Rise, Rise
Die, Die, Die
Oh why, why, why
do we Die, Die, Die
Snuffed.
All wicks have an eventual
end
All doors open
letting a cool breeze in
To flutter, to shake,
our souls
to extinguish
on a whim.
by Philip Wardlow 2015
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she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Wellness • Poetry • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
Hmm..don’t think we die…we just cross over, I believe. 🙂
The word “die” means something different to everyone…
Alright..ha..ha..thanks for clarifying…have a great day!
Thanks and you as well 🙂
Reminded me of The Misfits song, Die, die My Darling. 😉
It kinda does…:)
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