The Act Of Dying
The act of dying
Is the act of living..,
Moment by moment.
The act of dying
Is the act of remembering…
The roses resting in the morning dew,
Remembering where once was a sunset
In the morning will be a dawn.
The act of dying
Is not chasing the rainbow’s end,
But dancing on its edge.
It’s not singing to the music,
But being the song.
The act of dying
Is the act of living
Without the fear
Of a final regret,
A last good bye,
An eternal tear.
The act of living?
Simply the sharing
Of our souls.
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