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Death of the Flesh
Life beyond the trees
spirit flying with the breeze
free, like the butterfly
by the light of the moon
no longer wrapped in its cocoon
A fate we fear
never knowing how near
closer with each breathe
each newly formed wrinkled
tears begin to trickle
Life time here
full of joy, and tears
like a flash of light
soon we shed our cocoon
to fly free over the moon
Rohnnda Sayri Benavente
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