death and dust
reality unable to run from
yes, it will come
yes, we will become
sand, dust and on a wet day, clay
but it is not today
sun is shining
at least the weather says so
why worry, and waste
cry and sob in a haste
life has enormous beauty,
love is a duty
if you have time
before it is time
go forth and laugh
scream in joy
plays with nature’s
endless toys
rain drops on your head
what spring has said
in your ear
which made you giggle
wind whispers,
hug trees, kiss bees,
perhaps not too much
as other lips are waiting
and wondering when
the moment will come
not the one which worries
and make you hurry,
the one where they get
some drips,
of your beautiful
bare lips
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