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Maybe we are not afraid of death,
But our emotions that we are carrying in our heart
That would make us feel dead,
Someday; somewhere.
If we ever die,
It should be with peace and completeness
All the love in the memory and hate in forgiveness
Let your last touch be gentle like a blooming flower
And last word for the name of the divinity
For death is not something that we wish
It is something that has to occur
So, for the beautiful end, and the last moments in the silence
Worship him now and everything would be divine.
