I Will Reborn

I refuse to die – to be an oblivion.

I am addicted to the affection:

It is like leaving a seed

In another one to grow roots

and continue growing a part of your ground.

The autum only will be able to yellow my leaves,

To make them drop, to remove them in the winds.

Winter only will be able to whiten my figure.

But I will reborn every Spring and return

To reach fruition every Summer in your memories.

by Belquis Barés

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Comments (1)

thoughtful consideration of the persistence of life. If you do don't live forever in yourself you live forever in memories. Good work says I