'Cursed with life? ' Not at all.
Though brief, sun-lit
Its spells and its wonders
Heaven emit.
'Then doomed from birth'? Only
If fogged, forget
Through this stink of unbelief
Autumn-succumbed
New life, and its scent, rises
Out Earth benumbed.
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