now that you have seen both
tell me which is more beautiful
the sunrise or the sunset?
what was it that you felt when
the tight bud began to bloom
and what was it
when it started to wilt?
what did you feel when finally
the petals fell one by one
when the wind came
when each was blown somewhere else?
so shall it be between
being born
and being called upon
to take the last breath.
you are not dead yet
but somehow
you may anticipate.
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