Life and Death
If unknown days would be clear.
If all your future would appear.
If you would know the days ahead and regret those that left.
Then what would be your better choice?
What would you not see again?
Would you now greet heavy raindrops,
with smile as you greet every sunrise.
Or would you choose to close your sight
and hide yourself from evil eyes.
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