You have seen that stranger, Death,
more and more amidst the crowds,
watched when He in somber tones
talked with others and led them away.
Now, on this of all days, one that
was so ordinary, Death suddenly
stands there before you, with an
apologetic smile on his thin lips,
and, reluctantly, offers his hand
for you to shake, and dolefully says:
I know this comes at an ill moment,
but we really need to talk, you and me...
16.06.-17.06.2021
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