Tuesday, August 16, 2011

...i shall ...

who is afraid of death
it shall come
so be it
but i shall not bear the burden of the inevitable
i shall live
and make spit bubbles of life
and see sorrows rainbow into spring
each new day
i shall smile even when it seems impossible
and dance in the invisible moonlight of the new moon
with élan of the white swan
i shall walk in the rain
and let it seep into my soul
i shall climb the mountains with ease of imagination
and chase butterflies with fortitude
i shall kiss the snowflakes with my lips
and carve snow castles out of thin air
i will eat drink belief
in my self
and the god within
i shall
even after i breath last
as the fresh breeze
that just touched your face

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