You feed my present.
The past is now away from my eyes. I
transformed to hold your body,
assails me a thrill of joy to see you in an instant, in the bitterness
feel fear for you.
To Us.
Around the transmutation of life: A report
is about to end,
friends who go away, I see a mother
whiten over time,
a new life is emerging.
Evolution.
Transformation.
Call it what you want.
But that's what helps us to continue to live.
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