One may wonder how life may end,
How rests upon the flowers of divine.
Not for death of daily delays,
For living life and living legend.
Peace atlast from the thunderous world,
Put your arms and lay an enliven dream.
So easy to protect harm, even single cut,
Not so easy to overcome big wounds, big delays.
Gaze of a second, fingers so soft to feel,
Every feather of time, every lesson.
For conquered world, choices hold,
Whether choose a second or a life pleasant.
Sweet whispers with silent words,
Calmly set upon the grave whom i defy.
Whom i deny own to feel the fear,
Clear and destined for a breathed second.
Setting up lessons, of soft desires,
Full of quest for an unwanted world.
Living up words of life into world of winds,
So swift, so clear towards an unending loss.
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