An angel
comes tiptoeing
by a firelight
by a curtain
just out of reach
sublimely quiet
enhancing and embracing
life
singing praises
of the neverending,
of the dear (of heart)
that only may be cherished
(not forfeit).
It will go on singing
though the body shrivel
and the voice pass.
You would do well
to catch
every corner
of its song
in that gasp,
Last Breath
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