Love is the only way
we have to fight against death
and death is not winning.
We are alive.
We make love.
We make each other.
For every one who dies
two more are born.
Yes, you will die.
Yes, I will die.
Yes, the beautiful flower will wither.
Life goes on.
Even if we all go
we will return.
There are seasons
to the universe.
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