Love and Death

a Haiku

By Joyce SherryPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Love and Death

Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash

Time’s course alters with

The love that lingers on as

We lie in our graves

About the Creator

Joyce Sherry

Storytelling is an act of love.

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