This sunset takes leave of death
celebrating life that begins at birth, with a magnificent sky
February ancestral
a dying fire
the western horizon.
Children lose their jaws
the soft sweetness of the summer game,
leave humans to their death
coffins dressed in cotton.
While I turn my gaze,
I walk, I breathe, I LIVE.
celebrating life that begins at birth, with a magnificent sky
February ancestral
a dying fire
the western horizon.
Children lose their jaws
the soft sweetness of the summer game,
leave humans to their death
coffins dressed in cotton.
While I turn my gaze,
I walk, I breathe, I LIVE.
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