Title translation: Beginning And End (It is in Latin)
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And the path of life, which follows you along,
Sings a wistful, and beseeching song,
It begs you to turn, to gyrate around,
Yet you walk with silence, without a sound,
And the life that follows, is a life of such bliss,
So you end that itinerary, though the path you will miss,
Our posterity must treasure memories, in which you have lain,
We must remember the past, for the future shall strain,
but eventually you'll leave, the path far behind,
With eyes of rejoice, another path will you find.
Like a death knell itself, those farmers reap and they plough,
Your feet are autonomous, what will you do now?
The crows watch, albeit, with eyes of a hawk,
They are the bells to your funeral, the shrill of a squawk,
Yet, the silence still follows, like the soprano of life,
It is both good and the bad, both a cure and a knife,
Raising and raising, the light will not lead,
But the will of your mind, is what you truly need.
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If you have read to this end, I appreciate it immensely. I'll be making a second part; for this is the last chapter of the book. Thank you so much for reading :)
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