Challenge
Death impersonated pays you a visit. How do you greet him/her?
Poetry or prose, 100 words max. Tag me.
long lost friend
Death has payed me a visit,
though i do not run or i hide.
I welcome it in,
it steps in, in one long stride.
Death should not be feared,
just look it in the eyes.
Then that is when,
there is nothing to fear you realize.
So i personally shake deaths hand,
and invite it in.
Because death like life,
is my friend.
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