Death

December 30, 2013

Happiness,

Met in sorrow,

Overlapped by longing of the truth.

Memories become reality

And so reality is no longer real.

Souls merge,

Time blurs

And a whirlwind takes over the mind.

When everything warms

And your body becomes cold,

Know only that you are released.

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