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A Taste of Death

Raindrops fill the oceans and

Water the fields

They give birth to glaciers and

Feed towering trees.


Teardrops fill the heart and

Cleanse the mind

They give birth to forgiveness and

Feed the soul.


Both are beauty

One is born of pain.


Both are truth

One demands it.


Both are goodness

One comes from a taste of death.


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