life took, but death has given

death dances in the fuchsia grass

leaving behind the thoughts of those with breath

never wondering, in the slightest, nor stuck on perceptions

freer than the freedom ignited in the instance of novelty

 

delight never thieved, unless from within

 

(as do i, find freedom in your being. no distance

can divide what death has created, what death has given me.)

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