she was taught
how to bend
just wanted to scrape
a place in the sunlight
feel the rain
the wind
she was taught
death doesn't hurt so very much
today she has to admit
from various angles
dying is quite beautiful
if slowly caressed
carefully structured
as a new born
bound to its mother
and the ascent
well...if taken slowly
tiny tendrils work upwards
softly strangle
before curling in
no death doesn't have to hurt
so very much
and on dying silent bells
ring out her name
gift it to the wind
to the sun
the rain
to the glory of a new day
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