If I die I will be reborn in waves of wild flowers. If I die I will fly up In cries of crane flocks piercing the purple sky. If I die I will return In September days broken off In gusts of wind dispersing burnt pages of my childhood. If I die My heart will begin to beat again In rainy drops and peals of thunder. If I die My prayers will sparkle as first snow Upon dark fields and naked crowns of trees. If I die My look will rise In thousands of eyes of my brothers and sisters Scorching as a sun’s touch. If I die I will forever remain alive.
The immortality and timelessness of the ...
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