@eastwinds WHEN DEATH WHISPERS

The Flowers of fame
Gets dry;
The smell of wealth becomes
Noxious;
The song of our aspirations is
Given a new tune;
The wings of pride are
Broken;
The value of life is
Probed;
The moment of the now is
Forgotten;
The concept of love is
Rewired;
The foundation of our faith is
Shaken:
When death whispers
---Mikhail Ikpoma(eastwinds)