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Drifting II

Everything that is beautiful

is bound to tragedy.

My soul is leaving;

slowly walking away,

but looking back,

always looking back,

as I get closer to the white room.

I should talk to my childhood self,

but it would break her heart to know.

In that heart, she’s still dreaming

of the orchard by the sea.

I could live in this sunlight forever.

Perhaps I’ll leave my body here.

The clouds will soon return,

but one day they'll break again

and flood the earth with beauty.

I am not needed here.

All this beauty will live on forever,

with or without a witness;

with or without me.


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