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Natural
The most beautiful and horrific thing about death is that it brings people
together.
It brings them together in ways that could not be reached
without death.
It gives them a reason for understanding, -
Walking On The Sun
I don’t know how to start this poem.
I’m lost.
I was thrown into a bitter,
moth-eaten
world covered with soot and ash.
When I cried—
No. When I sobbed—
there was no ghost. -
A World of False Dreams
It feels alien.
It feels fictional.
I’m sitting in class, writing an
essay
about a Nobel Prize speech,
and thinking about the ugly truth that
my grandmother
is going to die.
We visited her in the morning -
If She Has To Leave
If she has to leave,
I hope she can lay back in a field of
daisies,
a river streaming with light bubbles
at her fingertips.
If she has to leave,
I hope she can listen to music
with the tune of the breeze -
A Question
Are humans born only to die?
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If You Like
I can dance around the pool
in the green garden,
if you like.
I’ll sing sweetly to the little fish in the pool
in the green garden,
if you like.
I can drink the crystal clear water from the pool