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We all shall die some perfect day.
Hot wind will fly to show its sadness.
Blue rains will come to weep in May,
And trees will grow at resting places.
Sweet canto birds will sing on trees,
And leaves will tremble in applauding.
We won’t be far and we'll be pleased,
though we will have some other body.
We won’t have eyes to see the light,
Our hands won't touch green grass in meadows.
We’ll be invisible from sight,
We'll be like clouds’ empty shadows.
And we shall breathe hot winds and rains
With what is left from lungs and nostrils.
We’ll feel no sorrows and no pains.
Our souls with birds will sing their gospels…
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We all shall die...
© Copyright: Андрей Чекмарев, 2015
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