Death

I know that Death has no nose.
She carries a sharp scythe in her hands...
She softly steps wherever goes
And barefooted like for dance.

I know that Death is very cruel,
She doesn't care whom to call.
She overcomes in every duel
And has no sympathy at all.

No, none of that. Nobody knows.
One night she dropped in to my place.
Her eyes were filled with the deep sorrows
And meekness was upon her face.

She put her arms upon my shoulders,
She kissed me delicately, and
I heard, dumbfounded like a boulder
"Today I've come for you, my friend...

Just come with me into my Kingdom
And I will be forever yours,
And you will get profound wisdom
About all that mundane fuss."

Then we made love until the morning,
But right before the gleam of dawn
She rose and left without a warning
Just having dropped "I will return".

And now I'm waiting for her coming,
I'm getting close to my rebirth
To go away from people's humming
And disappear from the Earth.

The people fear Death extremely.
She may dissect at once the string...
But she is beautiful, believe me,
Like meadow flowers in spring.

Blue-eyed and lithe, dressed in a white gown...
I wonder why it is so rife
That people turn her often down
And bless her ugly sister, Life...
And bless her ugly sister, Life.


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