I drink to life and death,
For tis the cycle that makes,
The world go 'round.
Without rebirth,
Life is not renewed,
Without renewal,
Life is but pale.
Through death,
Life is reborn,
Through being reborn,
Life is beautiful.
Through living,
Life flourishes,
As it longs for,
The world to go 'round.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
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