The Next Valley
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the fact of mortality
makes me wonder
I see the trees fall
I see death's descent
every season passes
dust blows to oblivion
gardens lost forever
fade from memory
dark clouds obscure
a marvelous illusion
I am amazed
by desire's deceit
summer lilies wilt
seeds touch the earth
the next valley waits
a silent breeze stirs
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