Transience
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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Leaves fall without a sound,
the wind carries them away,
without questions, without regret.
A footprint in wet sand,
there for a moment, then gone,
erased by time.
Bodies return to the earth,
like rain to the sea,
like breath fading into the air.
Dying is not an end,
but a movement,
like everything that lives.
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