as i lay on my bed
i think of things past
and i realize that i am dying
dying like the moon that fades slowly away
when day comes
i am dying like the sun
that sinks in to the ocean floor
during the sunset
i dying like the north pole
ice that melts in the summer
atlas i am dead and cold
like the leafless tree
i am dead
but my soul
like the birds of the sky
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Book / Fantasy
Book / Religion and Spirituality
Book / Young Adult
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