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Mortem

In the face of death the old ones speak,
like a young poet beneath the tree
where memories echo in the wind.

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Each bargaining death for more time,
yearning for one last huge and kiss,
and one last adventure before they leave.

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Lingering behind their weary eyes
the birth of their children is imagined
once more the old ones weep.

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Love wraps the old ones before death,
with their last rejoice in hand,
their journey comes to the finish line.
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