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O’ beautiful death release me,
From winters so long and so cold.

My skeleton lies naked and fragile.

O’ beautiful decay reinvent me,
So I may live again, bright and bold.

My flesh is a feast soft and vulnerable.

O’ beautiful spirit’s new adventure,
In flowing growth born from the old.

My body arises in blossoming spring time.

© David R. Durham

4 thoughts on “Fallen

    1. Thanks for your comments Jalal.

      I doubt many people think of it too often. It takes a lot of courage and insight to see that nature’s processes of decay are core to our daily existence.

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