Watching everything, looking at it all as if it's the
last time I will ever see it.
A silent knowing remains fixed in my heart and won't
let go, it occupies a corner in my mind all my days.
Life is powerful in thought, yet death will always
win out.
Living, I extract nature and beauty, keeping it far
from death's arms, saving it on pages of poetry, so
a particle of self will always remain with loved ones
on earth.
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