Anaesthesia for Death

by samjim

On that very moment
when I die,
Somebody will be smiling
Or humming a tune while shitting yellow
Or kissing deeply,
locked in a passionate embrace...

Seeds shall be sprouting
Flowers blooming
Butterflies, dancing in the wind
And the earth, reminding
Gently as ever
That nothing is being lost.

Maybe,
The world will be whispering
That dying is nothing but
A leaf falling...........

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