Everybody
dies
the child,
the adolescent
the
middle-aged
all dead
live in the
mind
or in the
picture frames
everybody
denies death
for the lying
breath.
The man, the
woman
live
and continue
to live
a thousand
lives
alive body
and mind
stories
write
air plays a
thousand tunes
through
running nerves
sing, play,
moan and dance
yet one day,
the flute will stop.
Will arrive
the final goodbye
but so what
for as long
as they are
they are
those
persons in the frames
light and
sound
resting in
the memory lanes
are dead in
them
still in
them they are!
Hearts still
palpitate
brains catch
the rainbow
mountains,
rivers, high and low
you find the
you in you,
treasured
senses and their hues.
Everybody
dies
yes, yet
relies
on the
stage and the skies
death
rests and lies
breath
travels, sings, flies
life lives
through the ears and the eyes.
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