One day soon my whole life will vanish
Childhood, womanhood, Age
I will be as the wind, without form
The flick of a mouse-tail over a ferny path
Fleeting's a raindrop on a pool
No roots will tether me
Beyond looking, needing, or guilt
One day soon my whole life will vanish
Tomorrow's lives are crowding round the entrance
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