A philosophical thought about death
Is not preferable to me.
I know it is undeniable
So I simply don't think of it
And use my time in work and deed
I never like to see a silted river
Where water flows slowlyat the very bottom
Rather I like to see running tide
Water at the brim of it.
But never I can keep my eyes away
From a frail or dyeing life
My heart pains
But a feeling that he is also mine
Or she is part of my heart
I can't keep my eyes away from that part.
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