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Girl trek

I listened to obscure George Winston
And I was transported
To another time and place
Where this girl was trekking
From here to ever after
But got lost along the way
And struggled to live
Her wishes to die
Were like hail on flowers
But she kept on going
Like bad movies
That never seem to end
And she found in living is dying
And in dying is living
And she held it close like breathing
Then she breathed her last breath
And breathed life
And found dying to be nothing but a fable
And that truly there is nothing but life
In one form or another

© 2021 Loly Rinn
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