A Story to Tell

While my Uncle (now dead), during the last stages of dying had visions of his dead ancestors. He could literally see them as though being alive and living. They seem to invite him to the abode of death. His convincing talk makes it difficult to fathom. The story is too real to be dismissed as a mental hallucination.

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Haiku

We talked romance, kissed
For hours, made love like rhythms
Of lyric poetry.