Nov 2019
A rose lay in an open grave, the essence of beauty in death.
Eternally resting your eyes to sleep
This is the slumber in death.
A complete state of peace of mind
This is serenity in death.
Knowing you can any moment be acquainted with it,
This is the reality of death.
Eternally resting your eyes to sleep
This is the slumber in death.
A complete state of peace of mind
This is serenity in death.
Knowing you can any moment be acquainted with it,
This is the reality of death.
When we born
with the first breath we take
from that moment it's a step towards death
this is reality
this is not a myth
we push it to the back of our minds
so we can learn to live.
with the first breath we take
from that moment it's a step towards death
this is reality
this is not a myth
we push it to the back of our minds
so we can learn to live.
(34/M/South Africa)
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