Love of life is dark, unsettled
Twisted florals, wilted petals
Sharpened edges, rusted, dulled,
Carve no more a day that’s full.
And all my races won and lost,
Bleak tomorrows, fading ghosts.
Unkempt plans keep hope at bay.
Tattered garments, threads that fray,
And yet the sunrise comes again.
That too will cease, I know not when.
Insouciant nature tells no lies,
He who lives also dies.
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