The Sugar Skulls
Life begins, with morning dew
Beneath the earth a small pod waits
Till the eyes of winter steals
A glimpse of spring, then knows its fate
Among remains of those gone past
There is hope left on their face
To most, it's viewed as death
But life still leaves its trace
And when the sad tail ends
Those that passed, will lie there rotten
Till the blossom reigns again
Upon the forehead, of the forgotten
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