Pretty

March 9, 2022

Fire is pretty

When it burns a hot hole in your heart

Wind is pretty

When it destroys everything in its path

Water is pretty

When it carries your beloved away

Wood is pretty

When it becomes your ride to the after life

Darkness is pretty

When it greets you at your deathbed

Life is pretty

But so is death

So go live your life

So death will become pretty

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