Snowy death

When the night is light.
And the moon is high.
Your mind will bloom.
Like your thoughts of doom.

Think of your life.
This chain of things.
Sharped as knife.
And, for some, sparkling.

Think of your friends.
Your family, your childrens.
And then, be proud of them.
Of so much you have given.

And so, let go.
In peace and harmony.
That’s your goal.
Your life, your destiny.

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