Death Is A Woman
In the face without masks,
Death is a woman.
In the moment you know yourself,
Death is a woman.
At the end of all questions,
Death is a woman.
As the well of all answers,
Death is a woman.
At the end of all regrets,
Death is a woman.
In the liberation through tears,
Death is a woman.
As the relief from battle,
Death is a woman.
In the loving embrace,
Death is a woman.
As the end of all pain,
Death is a woman.
As the return to the source,
Death is a woman.
In the dreamless sleep,
Death is a woman.
In the endless peace,
Death is a woman .
This poem was written/submitted by Ulrike Gerbig.