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Death follows life
Right behind it
Lurking in its shadow
Blending in with the natural essence of life
Then one day it'll consume
The life of one
And many
Without a sign
great people die by making no fuss,
ordinary people cry and make out fuss,
but let us not make any of the either,
No flood of tears too.
Earthquakes bring up destruction,
and men calculate deaths,
i have a friend who flew with the times
and plummeted to the ground as his pocketful of rhymes sunk and spat and became one with the earth--
the ground upon which we dream still engraved with his words
She was a hurricane
a tempest so true
so strong and indestructible
blowing through existence
and soaking everyone
in her way
day by day
more fell wounded
from her rage
Words flow quickly from her singing mouth,
as her hair was carried by a soft breeze.
“You think you own whatever land
you land on, the Earth is just a dead
thing you can claim.” As Englishmen
I know one day you'll have to go
and that's the day that I will know,
that you'll be under heaven's apple tree
looking down and watching over me.
I'll miss you and you'll miss me,
so I'll dream of our apple tree
