WWII

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a memory

a poem

Dying

It will come
for everyone
someday
it will come.
The day is now
when we die to the past.
We die to the past
and we live for today.
Today is our life
our love
our gift
our privelidge
not our right.
wake up.
wake up.
wake up.
open your eyes and breathe,
the air is sweet and the mountains
are green
the sea is blue
and when you round the corner
through the fields of gold
you may catch a glimpse of heaven
but you must be dead
to be alive.
to be alive
live
living
life
love.