Death IS by Gian Giuliani

Across the waters riding on waves
Came a haunting sound
Of ringing chiming bells
A clutter of notes
Without order
Without identity
Marching on uninvited
With an almost urgent desire to be noticed
To be louder than the previous
To linger longer than the next
To carry the message
‘IS’ is death

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