I cannot define death,
But life is my dictionary of truth
It is only you who know
Truth is the guidance of the righteous
Yet, scarce in our worldly values
Hope is all we have to hang on to
Like a wine glass soothing our anxiety
with fermented elixir
Values have disapeared
like a ghost that only haunts us
yet it whispers in our ear
we ignore the the wind passing by
the wind is the whispers of the past
wrestling the leaves and making us aware of life
sometimes we are deaf
to the life around us
yet those who do not see life
truly define death.
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