Life is the air brushing
Against you while falling
It is the calming silence
In breath’s own absence
It is the edge of twilight
As your eyes shed its light
It is the images flashing
While you are crashing
It is the edge of a knife
Facing all sort of strife
It is an autumn leaf dying
While your skin is drying
It is the sound of sighing
When you failed in trying
It is the sound of laughter
When all goes well after
It is the smile of old age
Who embraces life's passage
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