Flowers are dying
suns won’t be always shining
Hearts will stop beating
we will stop breathing.
This existence is finite
but our souls are vibrating
On the same frequency
they won’t be dying.
Although we are reborn each day
once our body will disappear
And when the light has gone away
our soul will be born again next day.

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