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Sparkling eyes

With the glass of champagne

Still in your hand

You tell me that you're not afraid

Of death

Of dying

You ask me if I'm afraid

I sip the champagne

Death is something

I don't allow myself to think about

Finally I answer

No

No I'm not afraid of death

It's weird I haven't thought about it

Not before you

You look at me

Still holding the glass of champagne

You look good

You have some sort of magical eyes

Eyes that I'm not afraid to look into

You say

Most of us who have been feeling

Like we have been feeling

Are not afraid of death

Because somehow

We have already

Experienced it

 

Never have I heard someone

With a glass of champagne in their hand

Say something that intelligent

Something that life changing

I sip the champagne

And I smile

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Written by
emma-s
Swedish
Published
Nov 19, 2017
Lines·Words
32·142
Tags
#magic#love#date#champagne#death#dying#fear#depression#sparks#smart
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