In existence

Wounds that have healed

Amid the scars that remain

There exist fortuitous emotions

Then there’s pain.

All the milestones achieved

And some trials in vain

Those beautiful dreams

And thoughts insane.

There are friends that dwell

Amidst a nugget of enemies

Days to be remembered

Amongst forgotten centuries.

Few funerals to attend

Between numerous ceremonies

There exist silent locusts

In the veil of humming bees.

There are shadows of illness

In the images of good health

There is a theatrical life

And then the inevitable death.





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