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zamolxes
Romania
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 Posted - Oct 08 2020 : 1:17:46 PM
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A child is born, through cries he grows and through laughs he dies.
A child is born, he now laughs as he grows, and dies at peace.
A child is born, now he can't laugh nor cry. His voice is soundless, so he lives unheard and dies in need.
A child is born, an old man dies.
One dies as he lives, one lives as he's dead.
A child is born, the cries of the wolves, the falling of the stars, the ineffable splendour of the moon. Through the cries of nature the newborn moves, as a ripple through water. The child grows up as a tree does. A mirror his eyes, from which the world sees itself. A single light, and one with darkness.
This child laughs as he cries, for his eyes have seen the end of winter. He cries a tear of sadness for each one of joy, for he has seen autumn.
This man has lived the earth, as each sunrise and sunset, so his soul cries for heaven, and heaven he shall reach in his eternal quest. A mountain as his abode, and as a turtle's his steps. And yet who could tell which goes further, the horizon or man?
This man lives for life, and so he dies willingly to live once again and taste the spring of life. For his quest is one of universal importance. Freedom for mankind.
Through spirals of light, unbounded colors share the same fragrance, stillness in motion. And through waves and waves of ecstatic dance, a child is born. His being blessed by the spirit of the forests...
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SeySorciere
Seychelles
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Posted - Oct 09 2020 : 12:21:08 AM
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One dies as he lives. One lives as he's dead.
