Existing Instead of Living
The day walks
She haste by in a troubled fog
Not stopping
Nor slowing down…
Again, again
same and same
slow by slow
she keeps going
On and On
No stopping to admire the dawn
Nor to gaze at a golden sunset.
As life moves she absorbs in it
No longer an individual,
but merely an existence until
Death knocks
And she stops to answer.
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