The first raindrops touch the ground
As plague twines around mankind
Hissing black fumes of death.
Pink cherry blossoms
Float in the air
Whispering sweet nonsense.
Black lips cool the fever flushed cheek
As Grim Reaper walks the floors creak.
Plague, the mistress of death
Steal lives.
But cannot drown the lock-gate of birth
As new lives glide down the gap.
Hope lives on amidst the chaos
Fluid and sweat are not enough
To drown blossoming life.
The tight embrace
The warmth of the kiss
Flow down the veins of life
Hurtling headlong
Towards a new destiny.
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Bio: Soma Debray, a teacher by profession, loves to travel on the wings of fire, as new readers blossom along the black road called life. Her muse are the teeming millions who never let her forget the wild variety in the chaos called life. Her epitaph is her creations that shall live on beyond the flaming pyre on the sands of time.
