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This Life

July 11, 2009
By serenabalina BRONZE, Albion, New York
serenabalina BRONZE, Albion, New York
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To be mortal,
Hundreds of people pass by
Some without sound
Others taking my small world and shaking it,
A snow globe
Enclosed delicately by Death, glass.
Fragile life held in palm of hand
(Dropped) smash of glass
My soul floating to Heaven
My life left behind
But free!
Invisible barriers broken
Dance and rejoice for the chains
Of Life are gone.
Rejoice the freedom that Death gives you.


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