Life is the beginning of things
Death the end of things
Their paths
Crossing at some point
In time
Coming to a destination
A connection must be made
Where it must begin
Where it must end
From nothing coming
Back to nothing back again
The fatality is reality
Being realized
In a very blunt way
What once was
What is
Being delayed
Cannot be the passage of time
As it moves
So quickly it does
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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