Roots of death

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Like wings, it grows

yet weightless like feathers

Its thorns stings

growing pains

slowly it gains

and so it drains the very essence of life

weighing heavily as though a burden

to root the body in the ground

no flight

just blight

decaying the body with time

the inevitable journey to the beyond or above

an uncharted destination for the soul

death the end

death a new begin

two extreme

From the moment life is conceived

death plants its seed

having its roots anchored in life

until it is ready to bloom

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This is a beautiful yet dark poem.
It speaks of the beauty of life and the horrors of death. And it speaks of how they are connected.
Life in death and death in life. There's can't be one without the other.
This is very touching, keep it up👍🏽

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